A Eulogy For My Grandfather
I know I posted this in ZC, but whatever. This thread feels rather empty without it.
A Eulogy For My Grandfather
My grandfather was always with us in his own unique way. While he wouldn’t talk your ear off, he always had a way with making his presence memorable. From my days of youth, when I knew very little to my days as a young man with limited time on my hands, he would let me know what was on his mind, whether it was casual teasing or how my car had been treating me. In other words, he never failed to show that he genuinely cared for my well-being.
My youth was filled with the fondest of memories, whether he was explaining the twisted humor of a gift card to me, or asking me if brown cows make chocolate milk. I can remember the times when grandpa would show off his latest remote control car, help my dad fix his snow blower, or help me put batteries in my latest hand held game. Part of my discovery of the outdoors began when he and my grandmother would take my brother and me to Salt Fork with their camper.
While the recent years of my life seem to revolve around school and work, I still cherished the times I could spend with this unique, but extraordinary man. As a young man who thought money grew on trees, I will never forget when he showed me his homemade boom box. This boom box was made in a time where they were not sold in stores, and yet he had what it took to build it all by himself.
It has been a tremendous blessing to know a man like my grandfather. He would always have a unique way of communicating his love and joy for me loud and clear. His self-motivation and witty sense of humor have inspired me to look up to him in every way.
Thanks.
