Friday, December 7, 2007

79 Today

Today would have been my Grandpa's 79th birthday. I haven't posted in a couple of days and had several other ideas for posts until midnight when I instantly realized today was his birthday. Grandpa died a year ago July 1st. I feel pretty lucky to say he was the first person I ever lost that really devastated me.

Growing up, Grandpa lived in the same town as us so we saw him regularly. I had two cousins older than me but they were military brats so they never lived close, making me the first grandkid Grandpa really spent time with. I was the favorite. I spent my whole life knowing I was his favorite. He made no bones about hiding it from anyone. He was a little rough around the edges, stubborn and cynical, and we got along better than anyone. I think I understood him from the time I was itty bitty. We just had that connection.

Grandpa was divorced and loved his space. He and my grandma split when my dad was 14 and he lived alone after that. He tried marriage once when I was in elementary school but I think it lasted less than a year. He was way too independant to ever sacrifice for a woman again. That being said, he let us intrude any time we wanted. He had a swimming pool (TOO COOL!) that we spent our summers at. He had an endless supply of Sprite in his fridge for us (only place I ever got soda as a kid). He let us ride pillows down his stairs (we always lived in one-story houses so stairs were the best) and let us dance in front of his projection TV (it was the biggest screen I'd ever seen outside a movie theater). Grandpa was the coolest.

Grandpa bought me my first Cabbage Patch Kid when my parents said they were overrated and overpriced. He bought me my first big boombox when being cool was more important to me than anything. He let me have sleepovers at his house when I knew I couldn't spend one more minute at home. He paid off two different cars for me, financed my first house and never quit asking if I needed help with anything.

Grandpa taught me (inadvertantly) that "shit, damn and hell" are not swear words. He gave me my first taste of alcohol hoping it would gross me out enough to sway me from ever drinking again (not so effective). The smell of cigarette smoke still gives me warm and fuzzies and reminds me of Grandpa, who smoked until he had to choose between cigarettes and breathing. He hated every boy I ever dated, most especially the one I chose to marry, and warned me about the dangers of sex (it leads to babies). Grandpa taught me that someone can believe and act very differently from you but still be an amazing person.

Right before I started high school, Grandpa sold the business. We moved to Utah and he moved to a secluded little town in Oregon. It was one of the hardest times of my life. I hated living so far from him and called him all the time. Every summer we would spend a week with him and till I die, it will be one of my all-time favorite memories. He brought me out a month before my wedding so we could have one last one-on-one and I bawled when I left...knowing our relationship would change a little bit.

My kids still talk about our vacations to Oregon. Grandpa paid to bring us out every year until my Dad insisted on footing the bill. Last year was the first year we didn't go out. He died before we could get there. Grandpa insisted on being cremated and refused any kind of funeral so my parents were the only ones who went out after he died. I struggled with that until this summer when my cousin got married and my sister, dad and I went out to the wedding. I got to see where his ashes had been spread and got to touch the time capsule my uncle made with some of his things. It's the closest thing to a gravesite that we have. I'm not sure if I'll ever get back there but I'm grateful that I finally had that closure.

Grandpa and I talked once a month until he died. He had an 800 number for me so I wouldn't have to pay but I never used it. We would laugh and joke like old friends, never like a 70 year old and a 20 year old. I'd always end the conversation with an "I love you" and he'd always say "You, too" because if he said any more than that he'd cry (and Grandpa didn't cry).

A year or two before he died he promised me he would come back and visit me when he died. He said it as a joke because he always said he wasn't sure there was a heaven or an afterlife anyway. I'd tease him that he was in for the shock of his life because Joseph Smith was going to be standing there with an autographed copy of the Book of Mormon and my Grandma (who died a few years after their divorce) would be there with a couple of missionaries waiting to pounce on him. The night he died, I laid awake all night waiting for him to come, but he still hasn't. I'm hoping it's because he's just too dang busy; although, every now and then, I pray and ask God to tell him hello. I'm hoping he's getting my messages.

23 awesome people said...:

Anonymous said...

He sounds like an amazing man!

I loved this post!

Spammon said...

That's cool you were close to your grandpa. I never knew either of mine. They both died long before I was around. My one grandma lived in Cali, andI saw her maybe once a year and that left me with one grandparent. I'm glad Porter will have both his grandpa's to remember. And amazingly, he LOVES his grandpa's way better than his grandma's. Go figure!

lindsey said...

Wow Amy! I got a little choked up reading your last paragraph. You are lucky to have such a special bond with your grandpa. Isn't it so fun to reflect on memories of growing up.

And I am 100% sure he is getting those messages!

KATE said...

Dang you Amy! you made me cry!

It sounds like you two were "soul mates!" My Gramma & I were "soul mates" too! I completely understand how hard this is for you. I miss my Gramma everyday!

I love this post & I'm so so glad that you had such a wonderful Grandpa! Happy Birthday Grandpa!!

Just My Type said...

What a treasure!

Your Grandpa came to you in the form of a calendar date. He's always with you and I bet you can feel him.

Lovely tribute.

Scrapbooks by Amanda said...

Found your site through Bridget. This was a beautiful post, that brought tears to my eyes. It makes me realize what I missed out on (my grandparents all passed away before I was born), and glad that my children will have these types of memories with my kids. Thanks for sharing.

Lisa-Marie said...

That was beautiful Amy. I just lost my Grandpa in October and so your post really touched me. My grandpa was also the first real loss I have had. It has been hard.

Thank you for sharing. I hope you can feel him all day.

Christie said...

That was so beautiful, A. Loved it. Such vivid images. I had a gruff, smokin', drinkin', cussing grandpa, too. He's always been my favorite. I miss him terribly.

D-dawg said...

What a wonderful relationship you had with your grandpa. I think I'm just emotional but this was so touching. I had an awesome grandpa and he died young and I still miss him. I too hope your grandpa is getting your messages up there!

Jessica said...

LOVED it. And how lucky to have a grandpa like that (I never did) ...but my kids do and I envy you and them.

Raymond said...

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blog author said...

he sounds like a wonderful man. you're so lucky to have had such a close tie to him.

Jill said...

I don't know you or your Gpa, but that was an awesome post. I love my grandpa's too, but don't have relationships like that with them. You are one lucky girl!! Every family relationship should be that close. Too bad they aren't. Thanks for sharing your heart!

Hollyween said...

Love Love Love this post. The last part was a tear jerker. I bet you that he has come to visit you, but you just haven't seen him.

This makes me miss my Grandpa's so much. Both died when I was 10.

Bridget said...

What a great grandpa he was! How lucky for you to have such a special relationship. It is so hard to lose a connection like that.

Celia Fae said...

I bet you could teach Grandpa some new swear words to go with his old ones...

I loved that post. Started sassy, ended sweet.

crystal said...

Oh, he'll visit you. You'll feel a whisper--kind of like that of the Spirit--but it'll feel like your Grandpa. My mom's sister died when they were 16 & 21, and every so often my mom feels her sister there. Just there, nothing extraordinary. Just a whisper of a visit :)

(found you from Stie & Linds)

crystal said...

And I know Kate too! (Kate! vouch for me that I'm not a weirdie)

KATE said...

Okay, Crystal... Amy, Crystal is NOT a "Weirdie!" I swear! I love her she's fabulous! She makes yummy food for her friends when they are sick & she likes Chocolate Shots with her friends at Chilis. She's a cutie! I think we'd ALL get along just fabulously! (she doesn't mind when I swear a little at her either, see I told you she' GREAT!!)

I originally got on here to say that you were greatly missed today!! (so was Crystal, she had other plans too!) You missed out Cecily & I are total dorks when we're together!! Missed ya & can't wait to hook up another time!!

AnnEE said...

Yay! I'm so happy to have a new blog friend! Your kids are so stinking cute!

What hospital do you work at?

AMY said...

To everyone...thanks for the nice posts. It was great therapy and brought smiles to my face on an otherwise sad day. :)
Kate, thanks for vouching for racoon girl. Love her.
Crystal, thanks for commenting and being a new friend!
Ditto to you Anne, Amanda and Just My Type.
Love you all. You're the best bloggie friends a girl could ask for!

Camden said...

That was nice Amy. Thanks. Have you ever read Mitch Albom's For One More Day. Your post reminded me of it. If you haven't read it, you should. cam

Amz said...

What a wonderful relationship you had! I definitely got a little misty reading that...thank you for sharing that....never stop looking for him.