As you most likely know, I spent this past week in Colorado for my grandfather's funeral. Grandada, as we all called him, died on Sunday, July 27. The funeral was outlined by Grandada himself and included a bible reading by each of his grandchildren, a few songs and short sermons by Dad and Uncle Jim. It was really a nice service and did some work to take the attention off of Grandada and put it on God, which is exactly what Grandada wanted it to do.Beyond that I will hold off from summarizing the whole week, but instead will discuss a few things I learned/had confirmed during the week.
1. I have a huge amount of respect for Grandada. Obviously he was a topic of conversation during the entire week and I learned a lot. One of the most telling things I learned about him is in this story. Like many males in that time, he was drafted into the military during WW2. Early in his time in the Navy, all of the soldiers at the camp were given jobs but they unknowingly skipped Grandada. He didn't get a job, and did not speak up for 3 weeks. During that time he sat in his tent and read the bible. Then at some point he wound up on a work crew. There are 2 things about that story that impress me. First, given that he was a young man in a foreign country with 3 weeks of nothing to do and no one keeping him in line, he could have gotten into trouble off base. Instead he sat in his tent and read the bible. The second striking thing to me, well, is that the story may be the worst thing I know about him. Think about that. How many of us could claim that the worst thing people can think of about us is that benign?
Also, at one point I called and talked to some of his acquaintances to inform them of his passing. The conversation that stuck with me was with the head of the beekeeper association in Colorado Springs. She could not stop talking about Grandada's contribution to their organization. Getting to see a bit more clearly about how much of an impact he had on people and how he was appreciated by them, even those outside of his family, made me proud to be his grandson.
2. OK, away from the sappy stuff. My family is crazy. I picked Elizabeth, one of my cousins, up from the Denver Airport. While we were talking together on the way back down, we decided that eccentricity was a strong genetic trait for our family (yes, including us). Uncles Nelson and Bob, my grandmother's brothers, were there along with Nelson's son Mark. They had some of the most bizarre conversations you could imagine. One day these brothers were talking about sex amongst themselves. The rest of us did not want to hear these 70-80 year old guys talking about sex so we stayed outside until the coast was clear. Another time Mark came outside and told us stories about his childhood, mostly composed of odd things he did which got him in trouble. I think my favorite story was that while he was inside, he decided the best thing to do would be to light a firecracker. Then he realized he wasn't sure what to do with it, so he stuffed it through a small hole in the window screen and let it fall to the ground. Only, it never made it to the ground but instead landed on a 70 year old pastor who was walking by and blew a bald spot into his hair. Then there was this time when he was 8, and with his older brothers filled balloons with paint. They went out at night, hid along the side of a road, and decided to throw the balloons at the next car they saw. When the car came, his older brother gave the signal to throw the balloons. Mark was the only one who obeyed because the others in the group had realized the oncoming car was in fact a police car. One more story included them arranging to have a dump truck full of manure dumped on a neighbor's driveway (along with the bill on her doorstep). While I won't go into the stories, rest assured that younger generations of my family have not remained immune from the craziness.
3. Amy and Elizabeth are great. They are 2 of my cousins who are around my age. I have much less time to be around either of them than I'd like, but I always enjoy their company. Also, their presence, in addition to Erik's while he was there, helped make the whole process much more bearable. A funeral is never easy, but to have some comic relief at the appropriate times and people to go out with and talk to was very helpful.
