Dear Grampa,
Thank you for all of the memories you’ve left me with. I’ve been doing a lot of remembering over the past few days, and it’s funny, there really isn’t a timeline that they run through my mind in – all of them are consistently good memories though, and I treasure every one. I remember going to the gravel bank for the day, hanging out in the scale house, with the girly calendars that you’d obviously covered up just because you knew I was coming to visit, and leaving to go get ice cream cones in the middle of the work day. Camping out on the living room floor and you teasing Chris & me for being lazy and “sleeping in� till 6:00 am on a Saturday. Riding and playing in various pieces of heavy equipment or trucks that you’d gotten and fixed up – every time there was something new to play with. Watching you with Abby when you met her for the first time, playing with her little toes and fingers and ears, whispering sweet little baby talk to her. Picking wild strawberries in your yard. Roller skating in the basement. Arguing the merits of Ford vs. Chevy vs. Dodge trucks (at least you & I agree that Dodge is inferior). Fishing for the first time, catching my first fish. We kept it in a bucket there on the bank for a few hours before dumping it back in the pond. I was so proud of catching that tiny fish. Talking about jobs we’d worked on, funny work stories, or just funny stories in general. “I’ll make your face look like a stewed tomato.� “Whatever blows your dress up, sweetheart.� In response to, ‘how are you?’: “Best in town!� “if I want any shit out of you, I’ll squeeze your head.� Watching Chris try to teach you how to use a computer. For someone who could run and/or fix anything with a motor, you are definitely not a natural-born computer whiz. � I loved watching you cuddle with Abby, especially last summer when she was so tired up at the camp but to wound up to take a nap and you sat there beside her and stroked her cheek until she fell asleep. That was the sweetest thing ever, I will always cherish that. Who has more ice cream sandwiches in the freezer? – I still have 2 million by the way. Garlic bread at the Cortese. I am so sure that it’s the best in the world, I won’t ever try to look for anything that comes close to matching it. Being little and cuddling with you on the couch in your den and watching baseball in the evening after supper. The fact that you called lunch “dinner� and dinner “supper,� and that I would get confused as to which meal you were talking about if I didn’t pay close attention. Dusting your house – for the record, you got special treatment – I don’t even dust my own house now! :) Oh, and the battle of wills we all watched a few weeks ago between you and Abby over the fruit snack. I haven’t told her that you let her win that one yet, but I know you did. And I know it was worth losing the battle to see that sparkling determination in her eyes. It’s the same look I’ve seen in your eyes, Dad’s eyes, Chris’s, and my own. Dad learned from you, and we learned from Dad. You imparted some of your best qualities upon my family, including being hard-headed. We share a sense of pride in a day’s hard work, a love of people and the art of bullshitting, appreciation of a good joke (especially if it’s a little off-color – which reminds me, Pollok jokes are another good memory!), an undying passion for big machines on tracks or big tires, and, even though we might not recognize it for its true worth at the time, cherishing a lazy afternoon with family. Watching the sun set behind the mountains from the porch up at the camp. The plastic ice cream container filled with pennies and you & Chris & I guessing how many were in there – I was around 12 at the time. I won and you joked that I had cheated and was stealing from an old man. I think you let me win that one by the way – I still remember thinking that your guess was way too low.
Thank you for being you. I can’t come up with an adjective that describes “you� accurately, so I will just leave it at that. You. Bill, Dad, Grampa, Great Grampa, friend. All of the above. You are honest, funny, smart, loving, proud but modest, and strong-willed – all qualities that I love and wish more people in this world possessed. You have always been my own personal symbol of what a real man is – and you always will be. You worked your ass off, but also did what you loved and knew how to relax. You always told people what you thought, even if you knew they didn’t want to hear it. And you knew how to laugh and make other people laugh, even if it was because you were teasing them. And despite valiant efforts to appear gruff and tough, you loved your family and cared deeply for them. Thank God that Abby & I were in this family, or I may never have seen that soft spot in you – it definitely came out around little girls more than guys.
Even though you aren’t physically here anymore, your effect on the person I am today will be with me forever. I am who I am because you raised one hell of a man and he had a daughter and a son (and by the way, I plan on doing the same with my daughter). So again, thank you. I am so proud to be your granddaughter, proud of your family, and proud to be part of it. I love you, Grampa.