As some of you may already know, my grandfather passed away in November of 2008. We had the AMAZING opportunity to see him in California the weekend before he passed. One of my favorite memories of that weekend consists of him, zipping around on his motorized scooter, giving us a tour of his assisted living home with the large hills of Southern California in the background and the sun shining brightly. I should also mention that, as a proud WWII Veteran, he had TWO American Flags attached to the back of his scooter. He was a sight.
This is, admittedly, a picture of a picture...hence the blur. Didn't want to take the time to travel "all the way" to my husband's computer to scan. Please excuse.
After I graduated from College, I spent a few ((ahem)) years living at home with my parents. After my grandma died, he would come to visit for weeks at a time and it was during those visits that I felt we really clicked.
He was one of my favorite people, and I was very sad the day he died.
With that being said, I will share with you a project that has been a long time in the making. When we went to visit, he was very concerned about us sorting through the contents of his desk at his old place. He had squirreled away years worth of tiny treasures in that handmade roll-top desk, and he wanted to make sure it all found a proper place; a good home. I managed to save a few goodies and make a shadowbox of the things I love the most. All that's left is to slide it into the glass-covered box- frame. I think he'd really like it.
I told my husband, this is one of the things we HAVE TO GRAB should our house ever catch on fire. I can't just pick one favorite but I will tell you that if you look closely, in the top right hand corner, you can see where he wrote down my birthday on two index cards. Precious. Also, I adore the "third grade" handwriting practice.
I have a tree, a green, green tree to shade me from the sun.
Ack. I can't read it without crying! Anyway...
I also love the "photobooth" photos and the pictures-of-him-taking-a-picture...a 1940's version of a "facebook profile pic" perhaps. :)
Towards the top at the center, you'll notice a torn brown piece of paper. During one of our chats long ago, we were talking about hardships and Grandpa said to me, "...you'll still sweat and cry over it..." and then he took a pause and let out a long sigh, as if he was thinking about Something and said, "But The Lord will be there."
And that was a quote that just stayed with me. So, I typed it up and soaked it in a funny concoction of soy sauce, tea, and diet coke cause I'm crafty and creative like that. It turned out really aged-looking and just awesome (I lucked out).
Here's to you Sweet Grandpa Ken.
(I also want to mention that there are some gorgeous pictures of my grandmother as well. Wasn't she lovely?) :)
Love and no more tears, H.
PS. If you have a grandparent(s) still living, go call or better yet, hug them immediately. I am being dead serious. No matter what kind of relationship you have, you will miss them when they are gone.
Ah, Holly this is absolutely beautiful. I love it :) Though I only met him once or twice, I can't picture him without a big huge belt buckle strapped around his waist! It's on my to-do list to give my grandparents a call tomorrow :) Thanks for the reminder. I MISS YOU!!
Oh no now I miss my grandparents! They are all gone.
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