Ahhhhhhh, my grandpa. Grandpa Joe, Grandpa Hippopotamus, old man, pops, the mighty Joe Young, Joe the jailer, soldier, mason--the old guy has gone by many names but he is simply Grandpa to me.
He is now 89 years old (celebrated his birthday on October 5th). He had a great birthday, lots of friends and family around him. Mason brothers came to see him, my cousins even came in their Mason funny cars and drove around for him. The old man ate it up!
I remember days of camping out at Beaver Point with him, driving his old van (shag carpet, bed and all!) that was eventually my dads, he bought my first car for me with a loan to me that he wouldn't let me pay back. My middle son is named after Grandpa (and Jackson is named after Shawn's grandpa). Today, I realized how much Joseph looks like Grandpa. Little Joe (as my dad calls him) looks much like the short old man that I remember as being ornery and hard nosed at the same time but loved me with all he had to offer. And I am glad he did.
He has not always been the best man but he has always my Grandpa and that is what matters. I am proud of the mighty Joe Young, today he told my dad that he was proud of him and that he loved him. And like my dad said, "I guess it doesn't get any better than that." It's true. Love and pride from a parent makes all the difference in the world.
Go in peace, Grandpa. Be blessed in the sight and glory of God. I pray your entrance to Heaven is gentle and your suffering short from this time forward.
I love you...........
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