Monday, June 23, 2008
My Grandfather
My Grandfather was a very important man in my life. Everyone usually called him G-daddy. And he was not important in my life alone, he was important and loved by many other people. His wife Dean, his children Michael, David, Alyson, Clay, and Stuart. He loved his family very much. There were also many people who loved him that he met through church. I myself do not think it is possible to name all of these people. He was a very church going man. As long as he was physically able, he went to church every time the doors were open. My grandfather loved history, but I knew that his two favorite time periods were the Civil War and World War two. My grandfather was very creative, he had his own workshop full of projects. I had many good memories with him myself. He would always tell me stories of when he was a kid and I would always listen. And I also knew that if I ever knew that if I had a history project that I needed help on I could go next door and ask him about it. He even let me have one of his history books, which I knew were very important to him, so I take very good care of it. He even had a nickname for all of his grandsons, he called us all "hoss". In the simplest of terms, you could call him a small town southern man.
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Hoss your granddaddy would of loved to read what you wrote about him.
You should make a copy of your blogs for nanny to read.
xo
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I know that a lot of people think that when you die you are just gone. I don't subscribe to that. I don't claim to be smart enough to know exactly what happens but I figure we are energy and energy just changes to become something else. With that in mind remember your G-Daddy is never gone from you. With just one memory he will be right there with you. How could you not miss him? He was the best. He made me laugh like few other people ever have. He was the father of the man I have loved for almost more than half of my life. He was the grandfather to my sons, my most precious treasures. I could go on and on but I don't have to. You already know.
xo xo
he was a good man, dont ever forget him
my grandpa marshall died when i wasn't very different in age than you when your grandpa died. i have many memories too and they really do stay with you as you grow and go. sometimes they make me so sad, but still i love them because they are of him and he was pretty great as was your grandpa.
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