Wednesday, May 4, 2011
There are so many memories that I hold in my heart. When I try to think of all of them, they seem to overflow into tears. I remember Grandpa's house in Kenosha, most of all I remember his windchimes. I am so grateful to be able to have his windchimes now playing beautiful music at my house. I remember his love of Schwan's ice cream, his Yuban coffee, and a supply of A&W cream soda. I remember my pink banana seat bike and all the other bikes that he kept in his garage to fix and let kids ride. I remember playing croquet in the back yard. I remember his love of music and what a great collection of country he had. I remember him tinkering in the garage, always working on something. I remember all the kids thinking the "can crusher" was so cool. I remember taking my older son, Tyler, to meet his great grandfather for the first time when he was only a few weeks old. Tears of joy came from Grandpa when holding his first great grandson. I remember his tenderheartedness, his strong work ethic, his immaculate yard, and who could forget his huge Packer banner. I don't ever remember him saying "maybe later" when asked to do something. He lived and he loved, but most importantly, he made me feel loved. I miss him and will think of him everytime I hear his chimes playing in the wind.
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