Memories of Grandma and Grandpa

I was running errands today, one of which took me by a supermarket. As I drove to find a parking place, I saw the car my grandparent’s used to drive when they were able years ago. The appearance of the vehicle was so similar as to take my breath away. Heck, for all I know, it could have been Grandma and Grandpa’s old car.

Whether it was or wasn’t, I find myself missing Grandma and Grandpa a great deal at the moment. I hadn’t realized how much I missed them until I saw the car.

I think of my Grandpa’s life as a brick layer and seeing his various works on chimneys and certain monuments. I smile when I remember him in his volunteer police work and his love of the classic cowboy way of life. I fondly remember his stories of fighting the Japanese in World War II and though I didn’t smile at the time, I can now smile remembering his negative reaction any time he saw a Mitsubishi car on the road. Mitsubishi made the various bombers that had to be fought off in the Pacific.

I think of Grandma’s love of taking pictures of us no matter where we went during vacation. As a teen, that was always so embarrassing to have our pictures taken at restaurants and the like, but the pictures end up capturing something unique in the mundane. I smile as I recall Grandma’s love of singing, playing the piano, the organ, and the accordion. That’s why she was the organ player at their church for so many years.

It has been a few years since they both passed away and Lord willing, they are in heaven singing the praises of Christ.

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