Goodbye Grandpa

Right now, a small memorial service is being held for the only grandfather I've ever known, at the old folks' home where he lived the past few years with my grandmother. Sadly, I am far too pregnant to drive three hours to attend; I will have to make my contribution here.

Grandpa at Christmas

Grandpa always knew exactly what he knew and what he didn't know, an awareness that was increasingly painful for him over the past few years as his memory deteriorated, but allowed him to keep his dignity. He stayed the same man he always had been, serious but smart-alecky, somewhat cocky, and an enthusiastic raconteur. It was sad to see him looking helpless when he realized he'd forgotten a branch of the family, or couldn't remember what he was saying; but he never filled in the gaps with fantasy, although we did get to hear some stories over the last year which he had refrained from telling in the past.

Grandpa built a great many things in his life, with skill and obsessive attention to detail. He loved his family and adored his grandchildren. I am very sad that he will not meet his latest great-grandchild, which would have been his fifth.

Grandpa was 94 and very weary of his decline. Rest in peace, Grandpa.