This past weekend we buried my father-in-law. He was the first grandparent my children and their cousins lost. As the family mourned, of course, we told our stories.
The four cousins – my son and daughter, and my nephew and niece – were close in age, born between 1978 and 1985. All four are now independent, well-adjusted adults, and my in-laws had a large role in raising all of them. They are very fortunate to have had their grandfather as long as they did.
Here is a story that shows the wonderful relationship they had with Grandpa:
One of the four cousins’ favorite pastimes when visiting their grandparents was to play in the unfinished basement in my in-laws’ house, where Grandpa had his workshop. The kids rode Big Wheels and tricycles, ran the electric train, and “helped” Grandpa with various projects. Grandpa was a good “fix-it” man, and he puttered around while the children played.
Over the years, each of the grandchildren made his or her own projects in Grandpa’s workshop – of wood and nails, paint and glue, whatever scrap materials Grandpa had on hand. Grandpa mounted each of their childish creations on the wall of his workshop.
My in-laws moved to a new house when the four cousins were in their teens. Grandpa took a picture of his grandchildren’s work displayed on the old workshop wall. Then he took down all their creations and re-mounted them in his new workshop – each piece in exactly the same position it had had in the old house. The photo above is of the children’s artwork hung in its new gallery.
The piece I like best is the sign my nephew painted (see photo on the left). I’ve been told that usually the middle two children (my niece and my son) ganged up on the youngest (my daughter), who then had to be rescued by my nephew in his role as Responsible Oldest Child.
But it appears that on at least one occasion, the boys ganged up on the girls, and the “Never Say Die Club” was the result.
Thank goodness Grandpa was always there to keep the peace. May he now rest in his own well-deserved peace for eternity.
What sweet memories. Praying for you all at this difficult time.
Thank you, Sally
They are fortunate to have a writer in the family who will carry this amazing man forward in the family history. I’m sorry for your loss.
My family members don’t always think they are fortunate to have a writer in the family. But this story about Grandpa warms everyone’s heart.
I just realized that Grandpa died on Grandparents Day — September 9, 2012. How fitting. And all his grandchildren were there to honor him at his funeral.
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