Oct 062014

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Last night I typed up a whole post for you guys outlining the fun weekend I had, but now that post just doesn’t seem appropriate. This morning as I was getting ready for work, I received a call from my mom letting me know that my grandfather passed away at around 4:00 am.

My grandfather has been struggling with his health for the last few years, so it’s really a miracle he stuck around as long as he did. I remember about two years ago one of his nurses called him the toughest fighter she’s ever seen, and I know she was right. My grandpa had an infectious passion for life, and he did all he could to stay around for us.


All my life, I looked up to my grandpa and thought he was the smartest man in the world. I remember being little and going down to the workshop in his basement where he would tinker away on projects, building something beautiful out of nothing. He was a brilliant man and could always solve any problem.

I also remember the millions of times he would take me fishing as a little kid. He would always let me use the better fishing pole, and he would get it all set up for me with a worm, bobber, hook, etc. Then when I inevitably caught a fish and felt bad for hurting it, he would help me throw it back into the water unscathed. My grandfather was such a kindhearted, sweet, and caring man, and I always knew he would do anything for his family.

Although it’s incredibly sad to know I’ll never sit on the pier with him again and talk about the world, I have to say it’s sort of a relief to know he’s in a better place now. These last few months he’s been in and out of the hospital and was living at a rehabilitation center for a while, so I know he’s happier now. He passed away peacefully in his bed, which my family had positioned to face out toward the water. My grandpa loved the water and everything about it, so I suppose that’s about the best you could ask for.

Right now I am mostly worried about my grandmother who lives on her own in their big house in the country. She’s a tough cookie so I’m sure she’ll be alright, but of course I worry.

I also worry about my mom, because she was really close with my grandpa and I know she is totally devastated to have lost him. Like me though, I think she is relieved that he’s no longer suffering.

So Grandpa, if you can read this from where you are now, just now that we all miss you and are thinking of you, but we are so happy you’re in a better place. I can already picture you up there in Heaven on your favorite old sail boat with the wind in your hair and the sun on your face.

I love you Grandpa.

 Posted by on October 6, 2014

  4 Responses to “To the smartest man I know…”

  1. I’m so sorry for your loss!! Your grandfathers sounds like a wonderful man and role model.

  2. 🙁 Sorry for your loss. He sounds like a brilliant man. And you have such lovely memories of him.

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