My Grandad was the most goofy, compassionate, and encouraging person I have ever known. I shared MANY laughs, childish ways, dreams, and loving moments with my Grandad. I still carry so many fond memories of him that I would not trade for the world. He taught me lessons about life and never let me go without telling me I was loved every single time he saw me.
When I was younger, I was obsessed with horses. They fascinated me and were the only thing that I would ever talk about. My Grandad liked to fuel this obsession of mine with lots of whacky horse stories. My personal favorite is of Fred, the green-headed horse, who resides at our local Dairy Queen in Washington. Whenever he came to visit, we would make a special trip to DQ in hopes to see Fred and to grab some blizzards. We never saw Fred, but he always ensured me that NEXT time he’d show. I still think about Fred to this day whenever passing a DQ. Goofy moments shared with my Grandpa like this one are what I cherish the most.
I wish he could’ve seen me run in track meets and met my new friends. I wish he could be here so I could tell him all about volleyball and the exciting things that have happened in school. I wish he was still around to watch all of my Blue Jay Journal TV stories and read my blogs. He would’ve been all over those things! But most of all, I long for another laugh and more happy memories with my Grandad.
Mourning can be hard sometimes, but I find Matthew 5:4 as a very comforting verse when it comes to times when I experience grief. It says "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted."
I love, remember, and thank my Grandad for his part in my journey. He is one of the many people that had I not had in my life, I would not be the person who I am today. I often think of him and am more than stoked for the day when we will meet again.