I remember where I was 20 years ago today, when we got the phone call that my grandpa had passed away.
My mom and I were at my grade 7 winter retreat at Red Rock. It was a beautiful winter weekend. While I was outside playing with my friends, one of my teachers approached me and said my mom needed to talk to me.
Right then I knew.
I felt it in my heart -- and cried.
I remember my Dad driving to Red Rock to pick us up, and I remember lying in the back seat the whole ride home -- remembering.
The first memory I have of my Grandpa is when I was about 3 or 4. I remember waking up from a nap, walking into our living room and seeing my Grandpa there. He smiled when he saw me.
A lot of my memories of my Grandpa included Hockey Night in Canada.
I remember sitting at his feet in their living room, listening to Hockey Night in Canada on the radio.
I remember the theme song.
I remember him explaining what "off side" and "penalty" meant.
I remember when he had his leg amputated.
I remember my Grandma changing the dressings with me in the room.
I remember how he never let having only 1 full leg slow him down.
I remember rides on his scooters to and from the park.
I remember his smile.
I remember his love for God, his Bible ever present.
Grandpa, I love you and miss you.
There are SO many things I want to share with you now.
I've told my kids about you and they would have called you Opa.
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My Grandpa kept a garden.
A garden of the heart;
He planted all the good things,
That gave our lives their start.
A garden of the heart;
He planted all the good things,
That gave our lives their start.
He turned us to the sunshine,
And encouraged us to dream:
Fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem.
And encouraged us to dream:
Fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem.
And then the winds and rain came,
He protected us enough;
But not too much because he knew
We would stand up strong and tough.
He protected us enough;
But not too much because he knew
We would stand up strong and tough.
His constant good example,
Always taught us right from wrong;
Markers for our pathway that will last
a lifetime long.
Always taught us right from wrong;
Markers for our pathway that will last
a lifetime long.
We are our Grandpa’s garden,
We are his legacy.
Thank you Grandpa, for all you've taught me.
We are his legacy.
Thank you Grandpa, for all you've taught me.
Beautiful tribute Angela!
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