Day 29: Who is you hero?
I have been thinking of this since I first began this challenge and read over the questions. Each time I think of it, my Gramps comes to mind.
My Gramps is the closest person I have to a true Father figure. He was the type of man who took care of business but was always a jokester and had fun. He could have had the longest day at work but while eating dinner he would tease you and try to “pretend” stab you with his dirty fork… or wipe it on your arm. He loved to get a reaction out of you, but it was always in good fun.
What I learned about my Gramps over the years was that he was a kind man. He was gentle. His soul was loving. He was the type who did not judge, and if he did, he never did so aloud. He was the type to speak “truth” though not in a hurtful way. He would make mention of “Buddha“, though when I was young, I had no clue who this Buddha character was.
My Gramps has always stood out to me as a rock and an amazing person… but 2 times remarkably so. The 1st was after I left my second husband. I did not leave in an honorable way… though I tried to do it as honorably as I could. My Ex was in Iraq and my son was abused by a man I regrettably dated. Now, I know my Gramps loved my Ex who was in Iraq and had much respect for him. After my son was abused and I had to call the the Ex home early from his tour in Iraq, my Gramps said something very interesting. (He always had a way of putting a positive spin on everything). When I was mentally at my worst, visiting my Gramps and my family, my Gramps and I were sitting there and he said, “You saved “Ex’s” life”. The comment made me sick to my stomach and made me want to cry. I had felt, at the time, that I had destroyed everyone’s life because of my choice to leave…which put my son into the hands of an abuser. But my Gramps continued, “You saved his life because he had to come back from Iraq early and if he had not come back early, he may not be alive today”. Just writing this out makes me cry. Who knows if my Gramps was right… but he looked at me and the situation in such a beautiful, kind, loving, light… and he truly believed what he was saying. It wasn’t said to just try to heal my wounds. ♥
The 2nd thing that stood out in recent times was after my Nanny (his wife) died. It was a devastating time and they had been married for ages. 🙂 My poor Gramps didn’t know how to live anymore, he just went through the motions of life. Then, approximately a year and a half after she died, Gramps was diagnosed with a rare, fast growing, brain cancer. He had only months to live and was released to Hospice Home Care. I went to see him as quick as I could with my 2 oldest children while his mental capabilities were still in tact.
My Gramps, knowing he had a death sentence, was walking around humming songs, and in a sing-song voice would say “not much longer”. He was HAPPY. I had not seen him happy since my Nann was alive. My Gramps was truly happy to be dying. I have never encountered someone so at peace with the flow of life… so at peace to die. As I was leaving from that visit, he gave me a book to read called “The Shack“. He told me he knew I would appreciate it and that it put a different spin on things. When I read the book, I was honored he thought of me to give it to. And it helped me to see death in a new light as well.
My Gramps was a great example of how one should live their life.
FULL OF LIFE.
Sleep tight Gramps. I know you are at peace… I saw that peace before you even had to leave. ♥