With Grandpa's memorial coming up, it's brought up a lot of memories that I had forgotten about until now. We're not talking about bad memories, but the ones you will forever remember from when you were a kid. The summers my sister and I spent wandering around Washington's state parks with our home made walking sticks with Grandma and Grandpa, taking trips to Soap Lake to visit family, and tasting how disgusting the water is in Soap Lake (not something I recommend). Things that made our childhood summers so fun. I remember spending the mornings and afternoons and Grandma and Grandpa's after school playing games. Endless games, board games, card games, you name it. I still remember the day Grandpa taught us how to play cribbage. We'd show our hands to each other, using other family members to help pick out our crib. I think grandpa spent a lot of time letting us win. I remember going into the garden and eating chives picked from the garden, raiding the peas on the vine and not leaving many for anyone else. I remember the unconditional love we all shared.
I'm saddened to know as life got busier and we grew up, we didn't take the time to show that unconditional love that was always there. I feel regret that I didn't take the time. I'm hoping that now I'll be able to give back a little of that time. I decided, before I was asked, to take up the task of putting together Grandpa's memorial. Dad was going to put the task in my hands, but together we have all helped. I can not and will not take credit for the things I have not done. I have, however decided that with the help of mom, dad, Hill, Chris, Corey and Grandma, that I am going to do the best I can to help celebrate Grandpa's life. As I feel that I haven't always been around to show my love, this is the best way I can express the unconditional love I have for him my family.
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I don't think either of us took the time.
Remember when Grandma and Grandpa would go on vacation and we'd "take care" of the garden, i.e. eat everything in sight? There'd be no strawberries left when they returned! Remember the monster zucchinis we'd always find and dad would leave to get even bigger for Grandpa? Good old days!
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