Two weeks ago today, I lost a very special man in my life. My Grandpa was 86 years old and lost his life to a heart attack while golfing, one of his favorite pass times. He was an incredible man - he always had a smile on his face and was an avid sports fan, a jack of all trades, and most importantly, a remarkable husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. He lived life with dignity and was loved by many people. My sister and I always went to Grandma & Grandpa's during the summer when we weren't old enough to stay at home alone. I loved listening to his stories about his military service in the Navy during WWII, how he traveled the world and "had seen enough water to last a lifetime." Grandpa taught me a great deal and I quickly grew fond of gardening because of his large garden and beautiful rose bushes. His strawberries and sweet corn in the summer were the best. Grandpa could also make a killer batch of chocolate chip oatmeal cookies.
Grandpa made it to our new home one time and I am so glad he did. He saw it in the renovation stage, which it still is in, but really liked it. His favorite parts were the big first floor rooms and huge front porch. He and Grandma sat out there for about an hour while we worked inside. I said goodbye to him in the driveway and that was the last time I saw him as his jolly old self. Grandpa, I look forward to the day when I see you again upstairs. As one of my good friends said, I'm sure you're enjoying the "new view!" Thank you for all you taught me and I only hope my garden can be half as beautiful and home half as welcoming as yours once was.
I believe this is the last photo that was taken of Grandpa... in our backyard.