I was the oldest grandchild born in the family and I born on my grandpas 47th birthday! (which was also the day of his own mothers funeral, I had FOMO even in the pre existence lol)
So for my whole life my grandpas has always been young and on the go… anxiously engaged some might say. Which has made these last few years of him slowing down so difficult to watch, because he absolutely did not want to slow down.
I have tangible memories of him being a school teacher, hatching ducks under and incubator in his basement, my sisters and I making him “nervous” when we were being too wild, him walking us out to the car after sunday dinners and making the scariest faces you’ve ever seen, boating at Flaming Gorge, camping at Mustang Ridge, mowing lawns with him in the summers, scary halloween parties, santa parties, Christmas eve dancing around the Christmas tree…actually spending every single holiday at their house.
His life was a life of service to my grandma, to his kids, their spouses and their kids.
He is the best grandpa and the best great grandpa to my kids and I will miss him for the rest of my life.