My Grandpa called me "Dollgirl," He called my brother "Nason." And he called my sister "Dolly."
He lived 94 years, and was sharp, right till the end. He had heart surgery when he was 89, and they told the family to be there as he didn't have a good chance of making it out of recovery. Well, he did. He was with us for another 5 years.
He worked at Ford during the Union Riots. When I started working Downtown, we would talk about what stores were still open, which buildings were still there. Stores and buildings he used to visit. He told me I worked too much. And he was right. Still is.
He had a hunting camp, where they called him "One Shot Walt." Because he didn't miss.
He would tell me, "I don't like you driving at night. Don't pick up hitch hikers." And then send me on my way with a bag of treats, "something to chew on for the drive." And orders to call my mom to let her know I made it to my destination.
You never left his house with an empty stomach.
He cared deeply for all of his grandchildren and great grandchildren, and made us all feel like we were his favorite. In truth, he never treated any one of us any differently. Because we were all his favorite.
And a year ago today, he died. In his own bed, peacefully in his sleep.
1 year ago
2 comments:
Nik....big hugs, I love ya and yes your grandpa was a VERY nice man.
I wish there was somehting that I could say that would make it all better, unfortunately there isn't much. However, concentrating on the good memories will help, also know that your friends are there for you.
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