A grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart. ~Author Unknown
I was pondering on what to blog about this week…and I thought that I would like my readers to see a bit deeper into my heart and a bit deeper into my younger years..what has formed my life now. One of the main people in my life who had a huge impact on how I live is my grandfather. My papaw was so intellectual and full of life. He always had a story for every occassion.. a story of his travels or a story that he had to tell me from his younger days. Every story had meaning to it and every story he told I sat wide eyed and gazing into a daydream…daydreaming that one day I will have stories to tell my grandkids and stories to inspire them to explore the world.
As I grew up I began to cherish the moments I had with my grandfather more and more. The walks we had on our special trail behind his house… the Saturday putt putt games and playing the piano in the basement whlie waiting for the Macy's Day parade to start. It is crazy how much you can remember and what little details you can recall when you actuallys it down and think about the memories that are dearest to your heart.
Every adventure I have been on or team I have been a part of, I always wish my grandfather was here to see me now..wish he was there to tell me how proud he was that I was having my own adventures and making my own memories. The biggest thing I get from my grandfather is the heart to serve others. I'm not sure if a lot of people knew that he helped serve meals on wheels or supported many other organizations that live to serve those in need. His floor for serving others is going to be my ceiling to start building a new generation, along side my new family, that has a servants heart.
I may not have a high paying job, a super nice house, or even a masters degree from college..which I'm sure my grandfather always wanted for me…but I am happy..and I think that is the thing he wished most of all for me to have in life. It's been 7 years since he passed away and I still drive by his old house and think of the years I had with him and what a special person he was to me.
I think it's wonderful when you can look back on your memories and and praise God they happened, not that they ended so quickly.
I'd love hear a few or your memories you have from growing up.
This is my playhouse I had at my grandfather's growing up. Him and my uncle built it for my mother when she was little.
