Thursday, October 27, 2022
Grandpa, growing up I always aimed to impress you. You always carried yourself with such knowledge, respect, and grace that I admired and wanted to replicate it. With so, I always had much pride writing to you with every milestone I felt like I had achieved and then reading your feedback. The best milestone and most recent, was when I bought my house. I remember you calling me after receiving my letter and telling me all the stories you had up here in Orillia. I wanted to share one in particular because to me it felt so ‘out of character’ of the grandpa I grew to love…
‘One day him and his friend drove as far north as they thought was necessary to scope out trees… he loved being surrounded by greenery but it was so overly priced for just a tree, he thought… so him and his friend took his friend’s truck and stumbled onto properties off the highway and dug out all these cedars and hauled them home.’
He laughed at the thought of that stories and you could barely hear the whole story through all his giggles as he told it. I laughed along side him in pure joy I felt of his retelling.
This moment made me love him more… to hear a rebellious side of him made me connect to him greater and opened a door for us to turn our conversation to chats rather than catch ups.
Grandpa, you were so kind and generous. And I will always appreciate you for all that you were. Rest Easy.
