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Grandpa’s Memorial

Macy M6 comments423 views

Today was my grandpas memorial.  It’s been planned for today since he passed away last August.  Since then his wife, my grandma, also passed away (May 19th) so it became a celebration for them both, I think they would have preferred that anyhow.

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A picture I drew of my grandpa when I was in middle school
My mom, uncle (Scott) and aunt (Susie) did a great job putting everything together, there was a military honor where my grandpa (who fought in WWII) was honored and a folded flag was presented to my uncle in his honor.  My families quilts were on display (my grandmother was a great quilter), mom, Scott and Susie each had some words to say, they talked about the life lessons they had learned from their parents, what they hope to offer their kids, their best memories and some pretty funny experiences that were had through the years.
My favorite was a story my uncle told about my grandpa, his family values and priorities in life. You have to understand my grandpa is a horse guy, through and through, he rode horses by himself since he was three years old, his main mission in WWII was under the direction of General Patton to rescue the last of the Lipizzaner horses that were being eaten in Yugoslavia, it was the much of the bond that we had in common.  He has been offered lots of money for his horses and he has always taken a great amount of pride in his animals.  In this story my uncle was telling everyone about getting ‘his’ horse.  They all got a horse when they were 8 and they had to break it and ride it and take care of it.  It was a right of passage. The kids did everything with their horses, they ‘used them as diving boards’, they swam in the river, they dressed them up in clothes, everything.  One day my grandpa was getting an earful from a friend about how those kids were ‘going to ruin those horses’ if they didn’t tone it back.  My uncle overheard grandpa tell this guy ‘I would be real worried if I was raising horses!’  With one sentence he shut that down in the most profound way!  He is raising kids, THAT was his priority, no matter how important his animals were they never were what mattered most.  It was heart warming and it was neat to see into their lives in a way that I never had.
When they were done they turned it over to those who attended to say anything they wished.  The first to step up was a man, probably in his late fifties/early sixties who was moved to tears over the passing of grandpa.  When he was 3 years old my grandpa had saved him from drowning and he never forgot.  He said some very nice things about my grandpa, he attributed all good things in his life, his wife, his kids, his grand kids, to my grandpa.  He said without him he wouldn’t have had any of it.  How amazing.  I had no idea.
I am definitely not a toasting/speech giver but I was prepping myself to go say something, my grandpa was a pretty important person to me.
I was holding Miles, he was fussing (he was not a fan of the 21 gun solute!), I stood up in my first effort to get some nerves in gear.  Flop, my chair falls over.  Unbeknownst to me, Hazel was standing on the back of the chair, me getting up caused her to fall over and hit her head on the chair behind us.  She cried quiet tears and I stepped outside to make sure she was ok.  All was good and I went to go back in, gearing up again.  On the way in she notified me she needed to go to the bathroom, we handled it quickly so that I could get back inside and say something…

I go back in and Miles started yammering on through other peoples’ words so I stuck a boob in his mouth… He was hungry.  I just don’t have the kind of guts needed to get up in front of a crowd while breastfeeding and talk with all eyes on me… so that was game over.  Talks over, people file out, tables get set up and the party begins.  Grandpa bought the first round and we had a great visit (that is still on going).  While the kids nap though I thought I would take my opportunity to say what I wanted to say there, here.  Partly because I feel guilty I didn’t do it there and because I think it’s important to acknowledge the good in others, always!

It would have been something like this – “Here I thought I was the apple of my grandpa’s eye ;-).  I always felt that grandpa and I had a special bond, and we did.  Sitting in here though I see that he had a very special bond with so many people! I think that speaks to the kind of guy he was and if there is anything to learn from that it is that it is important to make others feel special.  To be present.  To make them laugh.  To connect through stories and to just be there, with people.  I think that is something we can all do a little better at and something we can all take away from our interactions with grandpa.  Every relationship is special and it takes nothing for use to treat them that way!”
I will take that through life with me.
I am sorry Miles didn’t get to see you grandpa, he would have liked ya too! I miss you.
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Macy M
I am an artist, a steward, a minimalist at heart... I love being out in the sunshine... I love animals of nearly every kind, at least the furry ones, I am trying to be a gardener... I believe people are good at the core but are also capable of very bad things when they aren't intentional about their actions... I love my family, my passions and my life... I am just me :)

6 Comments

  1. Macy, I too have a service to attend.

    My daddy passed away in the middle of February and his graveside service is next Friday, July 1st.

    Please don’t feel guilty about not being able to speak as your grandfather heard you loud and clear. That’s all that matters.

    Besides, if he was the man you described, he would have wanted the kiddos to come first.

    Hugs, Jane

  2. Dear Macy,
    I feel for you–losing a close grandparent is a hard thing. It sounds like your grandpa was the kind every kid (every adult, too!) would love to have. My kids’ grandpa (OK–he’s my dad) says that grandparents and grandchildren have a special bond because of a ‘common enemy’, and he’s probably right. My adult son (26) is currently back living with my parents, who have always absolutely doted on him since day 1. Thinking of you, and your lucky children, who will be the benefactors of your granddad’s wisdom–through you.

  3. What a wonderful message! Great drawing of him too. I didn’t realize you were an artist, along with all your other talents. It was wonderful to hear the kind of man your grandpa was, you couldn’t have given a better tribute. It was beautiful!

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