My Grandpa died yesterday, on December 6th 2009. He lived a full life, filled with the joy of love and children, grandchildren and great grandchildren; as well as a the occasional pain that the Lord throws our way throughout the journey of our lives. Being a highly decorated veteran of World War 2, he’s had to pay the price in recent years suffering from the severe pain that is a result of extensive frostbite from fighting in freezing conditions, as well as injuries resulting from shrapnel hitting his face. He fought bravely for our country, and never regretted it. He also suffered heartbreak when his wife Adalene died giving birth to their 4th and youngest child (my Uncle David). It makes me smile through tears to think that they’ve finally been reunited after all these years.
My Grandpa found love again. My Grandma Gertrude, bless her heart, fell so deeply in love with Grandpa that she saw fit to take on the responsibility of mothering 4 small children, in addition to being a brand new wife to a grieving husband. She’s the only mother my dad knows, and the only Grandma I know, and I love her. She’s been strong throughout the failing health of Grandpa. How hard would it be to watch the love of your life slowly slip away. I can’t imaging, and prefer not to try.
I was so grateful to be able to see Grandpa one last time before he passed away. We were able to make a trip to Dubuque to visit on Thanksgiving weekend. And I was honored to have the opportunity to use my CNA skills and help him with transfers and positioning. He called me by name and told me how grateful he was that I was able to help him. It meant so much to me.
He was a wonderful soft-spoken man, full of wisdom and love. I have many memories that I will cherish forever. And I’m at peace knowing he’s with Jesus, and I’ll see him soon enough. I love you Grandpa.