I looked at the man that once was so Aunry that he would send your ball (while playing Croquet) to the wood pile that happened to be to the other end of yard. A man who would tease you, A man who if you needed your car fixed and knew you couldn't afford it he would help you out because you were his granddaughter and well dang it he didn't need a reason to do it. A man who once stood so tall,at one point in your life thought he was a giant. Ofcouse as I grew up i was able to stand toe to toe and look him straight in the eye. The Man who called you Baby, because well all of his grandkids where his babies.The man that laid there in the bed was a not my grandpa , he was a man who was ready to die, a Man who had lost his brothers, and was the last to go, This man laying there was a shadow of my grandpa.
I knew his time was running out as did he,as I sat there and cried trying to say the things I needed to say to him but I couldnt get the words out,so all I could say was I LOVE YOU GRANDPA.. I put my hand on his, and as he tried to look at me , he just shut his eyes and rolled back over. I said goodbye that night to the ONLY grandpa i had left.
I cried the rest of the way home,knowing i wasnt gonna see that strong man I once knew.. A few days later my mom stopped by my house and told me he went quietly in his sleep, she said I was gonna call you but you have gotten so many of those bad calls that I had to stop over and tell you in person. (For 9 and half years I was living in Vegas, and the only way to tell me the bad news was over the phone.) It didn't make what she told me any easier, But this is why I came home, I wanted to be around then my family needed me , To be around this time when other times I couldnt .
Unlike last time with my grandpa John passed away I got to be here to say my final goodbye before he went to heaven,and for that very reason it made it easier when mom told me he was no longer with us.
The next few days I worked, and tried to think he would want me to move on with my life,not to dwell over his passing because he wanted this,he was tired and was ready to go home. But it doesn't really help does it? My heart still breaks thinking that man i called Grandpa well no longer help me out with my car , or teach me how to play cards, or watch him sit at the table playing solitaire ..My memories along with the other grandchildren and his wife and children are all thats left of the man who did everything he could to love us all.
The summer of 2009,I came home for a visit and had to get a pic of the 3 of us together.. Grandpa and Grandma Nyert and myself.
Grandpa and Rowdy ,he loved teasing him, go play catch with him for us now grandpa and pet him until he rolls over for his belly rub,tell him we love him and miss him just as much as we love and miss you.
Dad,Rowdy and Grandpa Don(3 peas in a pod)
He wasnt a huge fan of getting his picture taking (thats where my dad gets it from lol)
Grandpa and Grandma Christmas picture at there house, and the one of the right is grandpa with Donnie (there oldest grandchild,(whos missing from the pic)Donnie's kids)
Me with the Grandpa Don and Grandma Carol
I was very lucky to know all my grandparents not alot of people can say that,I can, I got lucky because they wanted me in there lives and Loved me from the moment I was born until there last breath, I may no longer have any more grandfathers but I was lucky, I had two amazing Grandpa's and I woldnt trade the moments i had with them for the world..
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