My grandfather was born June 16th, 1918, and
passed into eternity four and a half years ago.
A minister all of his adult life, he never really retired,
just slowed down as the years took their toll on his body.
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| My grandfather in his early thirties. |
He gave me my first jobs, and tolerated my budding interests
in computers, even if he never quite got my obsession.
He gave me my first airline flight, a trip on a Southwest
737 Classic, to take me to Florida to visit the college I would ultimately
attend, graduate from, and meet the woman who would become my wife and mother
of my children.
The first car I ever owned was a gift from him and my
grandmother. Likewise my second, which was the first family car that my wife
and I ever owned together (and still own today, 135,000 miles later).
I still think about the lessons he taught me.
Happy Birthday, Papa.
I hope I’m living a life and raising your
great-grandchildren in a way you’d be proud of.
I miss you.
That is a beautiful tribute - brought me to tears!
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