(me and my Granddad, 1976 or 1977)
My grandfather, Granddad as we called him, passed away on Monday. He had been declining over the past couple of years, and the last few weeks were particularly hard for him, and my family. He was ready to go. In talking to my grandmother it's clear she's relieved he's now free of pain and in a better place.
I can't speak to what kind of a husband or father he was, but I can tell you about the Granddad he was. He was tickling, coca cola in glass bottles, swimming in the river. He laughed easily, and played with us tirelessly when we were kids. As we got older, he never shied away from asking me or my cousins a question he wanted to know the answer to, sometimes much to our surprise or embarrassment. When there was silence around him it was comfortable. He loved The Price is Right and most game shows. He had a deep faith and a great sense of duty to his family and his community. My first driving experiences were with him - first a tractor, later a pickup truck. He had a sweet tooth and liked Little Debbies. I got my compulsive urge to vacuum from him, but never picked up his quirk of drying out the shower.
He will be remembered for being a loving family member, and much missed.