By the grace of God and the prayers of his people, I was able to say the following at my Grandpop's funeral service on July 8.
I missed the bus to high school one day and knew I could count on Grandpop to take me so I ran home quickly called and asked. He shows up in his blue truck. He’s driving along at what feels like a snails pace. The whole time I am thinking, “can’t you drive just a little faster?”
And then he precedes to take route 130 instead of 295. Now I am thinking, “You would take the longer, slower way…,” He said something about how he liked this route better. Of course I couldn’t say anything! I was just thankful he was taking me. I can’t help but wonder if he did it on purpose though so I wouldn’t miss the bus again. I don’t think I ever did!
The whole way he was telling stories though, you could count on him to have a story or a song and he was always ready to teach something. Some of the things he has taught the grandkids through the years …
Never end a sentence with a preposition
The importance of saving money
Foods to avoid that are high in cholesterol
How to properly use a handsaw
A glass of red wine everyday is good for you
Don’t say “ain’t” !
How to hold a pencil properly
How to extract honey and what centrifugal force is
How to change a tire
Never keep your hands in your pockets
How to catch a toad
The importance of composting
And “you get no bread with just one meatball” (I did my best to sing is like him.)
Practically everything that came out of his mouth was laced with instruction or history from the light fixtures in the patio to helping you pump up your bike tires.
I hope and pray I can half as good a job teaching my own son as Grandpop has done with all of us.
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