I just wanted to write a few thoughts on Gan-Gan. We haven't even had the visitation yet, but already so many people have sent food and visited and offered prayers, and I'm so thankful for that.
He was such a well-liked man. Almost everyone knew him. The funeral director, greeter, and secretary knew him, the florist knew him. He was charming and loved to talk and tell stories. He was simple. Usually just wore a pair of coveralls and took care of his farm.
I'm thankful for several things. The fact that he wrote a lot of stuff down. Memories, houses he painted, things he wanted us to know. (Now we just have to find them.) He kept a lot of my dad's, mine, and my sister's toys (I'm pretty sure for sentimentality.) He also kept things that we gave/made him. They're all over his room. I'm thankful that he has community service awards and county beautification awards. I'm thankful that he was a faithful Christian, as were most of his friends.
He kept newspapers and bulletins that mentioned someone he loved. He has the bulletin from when I went forward the last time. He has the one from when Katie got baptized. He was so kind to everyone. When he would get cross with a nurse, he felt bad and apologized the next time he saw them. He was fair.
He was also mischievous. People who knew him when he was a kid said that he was always cutting up and up to something. For instance, he was blind in one eye and I never knew why until a couple of months ago. He said that when he was a boy, he and his brother got a BB gun for Christmas. They ran outside to play with it. My uncle had it in his hand, Gan-Gan bent over and said "shoot me in the butt!" Well, my uncle only had 1 good arm. So he missed and shot his eye out.
There are guns and knives all over his room. One has a handwritten sign on it that says "Loaded." As Jonathan said, "At least he was concerned for our safety."
He loved animals. I'm so tempted to bring my dog to the funeral. It just seems right.
While we were looking for pictures for the slideshow, we realized that there aren't a lot of us with him because he was always the one taking them. There are so many old pictures of my MeMa because he took them.
He was a hard worker. He owned a paint and wallpaper store at one time.
He always called MeMa "sugar".
He was one of those sweet grandpas whose grandkids melted his heart. I'm going to miss him so much.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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Thoughts on Gan-Gan
I just wanted to write a few thoughts on Gan-Gan. We haven't even had the visitation yet, but already so many people have sent food and visited and offered prayers, and I'm so thankful for that.
He was such a well-liked man. Almost everyone knew him. The funeral director, greeter, and secretary knew him, the florist knew him. He was charming and loved to talk and tell stories. He was simple. Usually just wore a pair of coveralls and took care of his farm.
I'm thankful for several things. The fact that he wrote a lot of stuff down. Memories, houses he painted, things he wanted us to know. (Now we just have to find them.) He kept a lot of my dad's, mine, and my sister's toys (I'm pretty sure for sentimentality.) He also kept things that we gave/made him. They're all over his room. I'm thankful that he has community service awards and county beautification awards. I'm thankful that he was a faithful Christian, as were most of his friends.
He kept newspapers and bulletins that mentioned someone he loved. He has the bulletin from when I went forward the last time. He has the one from when Katie got baptized. He was so kind to everyone. When he would get cross with a nurse, he felt bad and apologized the next time he saw them. He was fair.
He was also mischievous. People who knew him when he was a kid said that he was always cutting up and up to something. For instance, he was blind in one eye and I never knew why until a couple of months ago. He said that when he was a boy, he and his brother got a BB gun for Christmas. They ran outside to play with it. My uncle had it in his hand, Gan-Gan bent over and said "shoot me in the butt!" Well, my uncle only had 1 good arm. So he missed and shot his eye out.
There are guns and knives all over his room. One has a handwritten sign on it that says "Loaded." As Jonathan said, "At least he was concerned for our safety."
He loved animals. I'm so tempted to bring my dog to the funeral. It just seems right.
While we were looking for pictures for the slideshow, we realized that there aren't a lot of us with him because he was always the one taking them. There are so many old pictures of my MeMa because he took them.
He was a hard worker. He owned a paint and wallpaper store at one time.
He always called MeMa "sugar".
He was one of those sweet grandpas whose grandkids melted his heart. I'm going to miss him so much.
He was such a well-liked man. Almost everyone knew him. The funeral director, greeter, and secretary knew him, the florist knew him. He was charming and loved to talk and tell stories. He was simple. Usually just wore a pair of coveralls and took care of his farm.
I'm thankful for several things. The fact that he wrote a lot of stuff down. Memories, houses he painted, things he wanted us to know. (Now we just have to find them.) He kept a lot of my dad's, mine, and my sister's toys (I'm pretty sure for sentimentality.) He also kept things that we gave/made him. They're all over his room. I'm thankful that he has community service awards and county beautification awards. I'm thankful that he was a faithful Christian, as were most of his friends.
He kept newspapers and bulletins that mentioned someone he loved. He has the bulletin from when I went forward the last time. He has the one from when Katie got baptized. He was so kind to everyone. When he would get cross with a nurse, he felt bad and apologized the next time he saw them. He was fair.
He was also mischievous. People who knew him when he was a kid said that he was always cutting up and up to something. For instance, he was blind in one eye and I never knew why until a couple of months ago. He said that when he was a boy, he and his brother got a BB gun for Christmas. They ran outside to play with it. My uncle had it in his hand, Gan-Gan bent over and said "shoot me in the butt!" Well, my uncle only had 1 good arm. So he missed and shot his eye out.
There are guns and knives all over his room. One has a handwritten sign on it that says "Loaded." As Jonathan said, "At least he was concerned for our safety."
He loved animals. I'm so tempted to bring my dog to the funeral. It just seems right.
While we were looking for pictures for the slideshow, we realized that there aren't a lot of us with him because he was always the one taking them. There are so many old pictures of my MeMa because he took them.
He was a hard worker. He owned a paint and wallpaper store at one time.
He always called MeMa "sugar".
He was one of those sweet grandpas whose grandkids melted his heart. I'm going to miss him so much.
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