This was the post I wrote last year. I wanted to remember one of the strongest men I knew, and acknowledge the importance he had on my life and my family’s. I went back and read it again today and thought I would post it once more as all still holds true.
Let me just say that the older I’m getting the more I’m realizing how rare it is to come by real men of God. I’m becoming more and more grateful to have been blessed with such shining examples as my Dad and Grandpa. Oran Thomas (my silly grandfather) was the most sweetest, humble man I have ever known, and that truly is no exaggeration. It was no coincidence that the following verse was what I read first thing this morning, my Grandpa lived this kind of love. I will keep following his lead.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
New King James Version (NKJV)
4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
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Today was the day that my Grandpa went to Heaven. I find it only fitting that because he inspired me to start this blog that I should acknowledge him on this day with a post. So here’s that post.
Things I remember about my Grandpa:
- The smell of his aftershave and hairspray in the morning.
- His big ears.
- He always ate Cheerios or Shredded Wheat for breakfast, with a small glass of orange juice. (Or sometimes the burnt toast my Grandma would make.)
- He’d pass gas and blame it on the dogs.
- He would jangle his change and keys in the pocket of his pants while he was talking to someone.
- He wore itchy tweed jackets to church.
- He loved flowers.
- He had the most organized tool bench ever.
- He loved to go to yard sales, and acquired the largest collection of random, unnecessary items I’ve ever seen.
- We used to watch COPS together. (Bad boys, bad boys…)
- He loved peanut butter cookies.
- He whistled constantly… particularly hymns.
- He always had sugar cubes in the glove compartment of his car. (He was a diabetic.)
- He would get us popsicles even after my Grandma had said no.
- He carried around a small black comb.
- He liked to watch us open gifts on Christmas or birthdays.
- He would relentlessly tease.
- He always had the original Chapstick nearby.
I miss him still, and probably always will. Life just hasn’t been the same without him in it, but I am so extremely grateful that God gave me the time with him that I had.
I love you Grandpa and am thinking of you always!