In memoriam
I had a handsome grandfather.
Today we gathered to the memorial service of my Grandfather. His sons (aka my father and his brothers) were carrying the coffin. I almost started crying as soon as I saw them walking down the church aisle. We sat down and thank God we had Tuomas and my nieces there, because I wouldn't have survived otherwise. I cried through the service, the flowers and I cried while singing. If I had not had Tuomas there, to distract me a bit...
It was good to meet family. I just wished we could have met in a happier occation.
My grandfather was white haired fellow when I first remember him. He was funny, laughing, humorous, but also stern, set to his ways and what he thought was good. I loved him dearly and I appreciate his way with us kids, even though at the time I thought he was just being a meany.
He knew stories, he loved to go fishing with us. He tought me how to row a boat, and how to use fishpole. He was big part of my summers and a constant presence of those golden childhood days. I miss him terribly and I know that I will miss him when I teach my son all the stuff he tought me.
But mostly I will miss the way he called me "summer" and how he always had time fo us. I wish I had paid more attention to him in these last ten years.
Oh, and photo's not mine. It belongs to my cousin