My grandfather passed away last week.
I was very lucky growing up. My grandparents were healthy and enjoyed every second of their grandchildren. As a child, I could do no wrong in their eyes. When I brought them a rock, they thought it was the most special rock they ever saw. Whatever I did, I felt that unconditional love that every child should have from their grandparents.
My grandfather himself was a very special person. My parents
Another year, at age 9 or 10, we were driving in the car together. I noticed a sign that said "Pennsylvania". I immediately made a commotion about heading in the wrong direction! He stopped the car and turned around, so thankful that I caught it before we ended up in Pennslyvania. He thanked me for helping him for many years to come. Years later, traveling down the same road as a driver myself, I noticed that that the "road to Pennslyvania" was the correct direction to where we were headed. How we got home that day I will never know!
I could tell you a million stories like this about him and he never once showed that he himself did not have an easy life. His father passed away when he was young and thus he became the breadwinner for the family. He somehow held a job and went to high school at the same time.
When he met my grandmother, who was a recent British immigrant at the time, he was immediately smitten. They got married on her birthday soon after they met much to the chagrin of my proper British grandmother's parents.
I am so happy he got to meet my son. He took so much pride in becoming a great-grandparent. He would carry him around and sing to him like any proud grandparent. He truly was a "Grand Father" in every sense of that word.
He and my grandmother are both gone now but their lessons of never ending patience will not be forgotten.
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