I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with emotion as I look through pictures this morning, thinking of Grandpa.
So I'll share a short memory.
I was in a musical in high school where all of the girls where these lovely, flower-haired, flowy dressed maidens. Except for me. I was an old frumpy lady who ended up being a pirate.
I didn't say anything at the time as I recall, and I know now as a grown up without all of those insecurities that it was really about my vocal range more than anything, but at that time, I was pretty bummed about it.
Anyway, on opening night, there was this moment where we were all standing in a hallway overflowing with people, and people were yelling to each other... it was the general insanity that happens after any high school musical theater production.
I remember Grandpa yelled amid the crowd: You were supposed to be the old one?
It kind of annoyed me and I just nodded and kept talking to someone else.
And he nodded, and was quiet for a bit.
When we all started to move toward the exit, he came up next to me, and offered his arm, he smiled and said: You didn't look like the old one. You were the prettiest one up there.
It was my favorite musical to be in, I got a lot of praise for it and it was fun to be 'one of the guys' in the cast. But my strongest memory of that whole thing was the moment that my Grandpa made me feel like the prettiest girl in the room. He could make you feel so special, in few words and with a meaningful look.
He was earnest, honest, kind, gentle, honorable, the hardest of workers... wonderful in every way, shape, and form... and he will be missed like I've never missed anyone, ever, in the whole, wide world.
**I'm including a photo of Grandpa driving his beautiful Barracuda, which was really just an excuse to show off his Queen Bea in style. ;)
-Love you my family... wish I could hug you all right now.
Lisa M Childress
Grandchild