Great Grandpa's funeral was yesterday afternoon. It was a beautiful affair that spoke magnitudes for the life he lead. This man touched so many lives in his eighty six years, five months, and two days that he was alive.
He was an airplane pilot who flew supplies over China in World War II. Sixty years later, he drove his mini-van like it was a plane. We giggled at the funeral about his crazy driving, noting that he never once crashed but made almost everyone in the family car sick at some point.
My Great Grandpa was a great man; he loved his family and God with all his heart. He braged about new grandbabies and was always there when someone needed him.
The world is missing an American Hero tonight.
My mom wrote an awful (which really means it just made me cry like a big baby) poem not long ago about Great Grandpa. It expresses love we all felt for him much better than my words ever will.
Florida and a yard full of flowers
A white tee shirt for me to sleep in
Cushioned yellow rockers and a warm lap
Vanilla ice cream right before bed
A comforting shoulder to lay my head.
Helping us move way up north
A big amazing doll house full of fun
Trips to North Carolina and a cabin in the trees
Big wooden porches all the way around
A good piece of advice- The best to be found.
Love for my granny and all his family
A scratch on mom’s table and a midnight confession
Trips to Florida, the cape and Disney World
A trailer park and a compost pile
Love so unconditional- I have to smile.
Taking pictures of me, my dog and horse
Tales and stories of Troy, Jeff and Nikki
A brave pilot in the Army Air Corps
Coffee, peanuts and a brown mini van
The greatest I know- This one gentle man.
There when I marry, so young and happy
A giant hug weeks later after Pass and Review
Taking Mitch to the barber for a short haircut
Blue stickers, a pass, and salutes on base
Of none am I prouder-That is the case.
The one I call to tell the baby news
There when I need him when my heart breaks
Pictures of me in front of funeral flowers
Long talks and comfort in my darkest hour
To help me see better days- He had the power.
The first to call when a new one arrives
Fighting with Granny to hold my babies first
Financial help for daycare so I can go to college
Happy when I reach my goal, encouragement when I fall
The rock of our family- The glue that binds us all.
Suits, a Bible and a small church
Advice again when I face divorce
Care for my granny when she was fading
Love for the Lord even when he was sad
Happy with Berlene- And for that we are glad.
A drive to the panhandle to see my new family
Accepting and gracious to Jim, Clay and Clint
Showing off Jamey with a big grin
Telling others of the grandson he has in the Iraq war
From him we learned patriotism and honor- That is for sure.
Pale and weak fighting the cancer
More worried about others then he is about himself
Taps, a flag and a place next to Harvey
Happy in heaven, we know it to be true
Rejoice in the Lord- We will meet him there too.
Written by my mother.