Grandpa Glenn

Yesterday we visited Grandma Marian. Or Nana, as the kids call her. It was a nice visit, the kids played outside most of the time and explored the yard, the gardens, the little treasures that can be found all over. A stick. Tulips poking through the ground. A flower bed made from an old metal bed frame. A horseshoe. Everywhere were signs of Grandpa's work, his endless pursuit of improving the place where he lived and ensuring that Grandma would be well taken care of. He was ever-busy tending his homestead. Yesterday we visited and for the first time Grandpa wasn't there. He wasn't there to tell us of the newest project he had completed, his next project to start, and his plans for taking us fishing on the Mississippi once things warmed up.

A week ago today Grandpa Glenn stepped out of our lives.

He leaves behind a hole in the family picture that cannot be filled. He leaves a legacy in his children, one of hard work, independence and creativity. I saw in his eyes each time he was with them, my Grandpa's pride in his sons. Whether or not they admit it, they are their father's sons. They are hard working. They take pride in their children. They are creative and independent. They forge ahead and when times get tough, they work harder.

A couple days ago Shelly created a masterpiece, drawings and stickers and hearts and then told me it was for Papa. "Because I really miss him." Grandpa being gone hasn't stopped her from showing her love for him. I look forward to my children getting to know their Papa more throughout the years, as our family continues to tell his stories and share his legacy with the next generation.

My soul is in deep anguish.
How long, Lord, how long?
Turn, Lord, and deliver me;
Save me because of your unfailing love.
~Psalm 6:3-4