I have to admit... I'm having a bit of difficulty writing today. It could be the memorial service for my grandfather, but I'm feeling rather sad. I ate like crazy today. I can't do that or I'll gain all kinds of weight this trip.
It was so nice to see my family yesterday. We are a big family of loud, boisterous laughs and we heard some amazing memories of my grandfather. The pictures were just amazing... my grandfather as a suave young man, on a horse, dressed up to go out with my grandmother, in China, etc. If I can, I'll post some in a few days while I'm here in Indiana. It's important not to inflate the qualities of the people we love after they die, because I feel like that doesn't pay proper tribute to the people they were. My grandfather wasn't perfect and it was difficult to see his health deteriorate over the past few years. He was absolutely a genuinely good man who loved his family, accomplished much, and lived life to its fullest.
And... my Uncle was right when he spoke during the service... his love for my Grandmother was really inspiring. He made it obvious to absolutely everyone how much he really adored her. He called her "babe" and only talked more about how amazing she is as the years went on. It drove her crazy in the end. I can just hear her saying "oh, Everett", a little embarassed after he said it a few times, but I know she knew she was appreciated.
My favorite story to illustrate their connection during their 61 year marriage was during one of his bipass surgeries. His heart stopped, and she said in a tone that can never be fully described on the internet, "Everett, don't die". The story goes that his heart started beating again just as though he was listening to her. He was a strong man, but his love for my Grandmother carried him through all times, good and bad.
So, I dedicate this Valentines Day, which I spent with my Grandmother here in Plymouth, to my wonderful Grandparents, and my Grandfather who we recently lost. I hope I one day find such a relationship... find someone who will love me the way my Grandfather loved my Grandmother. Find someone to have adventures with and to love through every phase of life, and I'm not willing to settle for anything less. Happy Valentines Day.
This weekend: Indianapolis.
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