My Grandpa died today 01/19/2016. I’m sure by the time I post this it will be tomorrow, I’ve been fumbling around in my brain about what to write. We visited him in December a few days before he was admitted to the hospital. The kiddos ran around his giant house and played with his TV remote. He told us about coming to California from the Ozarks. He also told us he was not afraid to die, that he had lived a good life, he knew he was 84 and had lots of medical issues. Some of my favorite memories of him are during the summers when he would take us for rides in his and my grandmas T-bird. They would put the top down and we would just go for a ride. My Grandpa was a farmer, my Dad was a farmer and I just always thought as a kid that’s what I would grow up to be. The thought of farming with them makes me happy, still to this day. He worked hard, and I believed that is how everyone works. We should all do the right thing and work hard to provide for our families.
On our visit he told us how awesome it was that Anne was pursueing her dream of becoming a doctor. That he was proud of us. He always tells us to travel, I believe a love he got from Grandma Pat who died 2 years prior. I remember a funny conversation with both of them long before I was married. My grandma asked, “have you told your dad you are gay?” I said, “no should I?” She told me, “yes, he’s your dad he will still love you.” Grandpa said, “no leave your dad alone, of course he still loves you and I’m sure he already knows.”
I’ve dealt with a lot of unexpected death in the last few years, but this one was expected. I knew when I saw him, there was a good chance it would be the last time. Sometimes you never get that opportunity. We all gave him a hug as we left. So Grandpa Bob, I love you and thank you for all the memories.