It was a tough month for me as my grandfather passed away just a couple weeks ago. Though he rarely seemed it, the man was actually 100 years old. His passing was peacefully and pain free, so in that I can rest easier. His health had diminished and it was simply his time. Unfortunatly, I didn’t get to go back for the funeral, but when I called home I heard what sounded to be a party going on in the background. My dad went on to explain that everyone had got together to have a part to celebrate my grandfathers life. I thought that was pretty freakin’ cool.

Back when I was in college and working at my dad’s machine shop there was Pop in his late 80’s at that point, working right along side me, elbow to elbow, just about every day. The times he wasn’t working the man was usually out back with a cigar in his mouth making fishing lures for his annual fishing trips to Canada. It’s hard to believe that not too many years ago he was still driving from Florida to Canada on his own to do some ice fishing for months at a time.

Every time I was back home visiting he would always invite me into his house and want to hear stories. So there we sat, eating Entenmann’s cookies sharing stories with one another.

I will miss the cookies Pop. I will miss the conversations.

1. Natalie said...

    

   What great memories, and a party to celebrate his life? That IS pretty freakin’ cool.