So my Grandpa Lansing ( my Dad's dad) passed away on June 24th. The funeral was on Monday June 28th in Creston where he has lived most of his life. Most of his married life would be more accurate. As I sit here quietly this morning I was thinking about life passes on. Everyday we get up and look at our list of things to be accomplished and every evening we lay down and take note of what we got finished or didn't get finished. Life just passes on. But when you come to the end of your life and you reflect on your list of things that you should have done and could have done and the things that you did do, what does your list look like??? When I lay myself down at the end of my life will I have completed the things that I need to complete or will I have wasted away my time doing things that really weren't that important. Will I be satisified with the what I have gotten done on my list of life things too do??
I don't really have a tonne of memories with Grandpa, he was always doing more boy things and I always did the girl things.
He loved to go fishing and would fish with anyone anytime. In fact I know that after my dad moved to Creston there were many times when Grandpa would call him and ask my dad to take him fishing. Auuugghh was what my dad would say but most of the time he would take him fishing.
Grandpa served his fellow men. He was very active in his Knights of Columbus Group in Creston and for years it seemed like he was doing a pancake breakfast almost every weekend. He was always that one to be cooking the bacon.
Grandpa loved to hunt and the man that gave the eulogy spoke mainly about his hunting exploits. This makes me smile because my dad can be so serious when it comes to hunting. "Sucess is key" seems to be his mantra but from the stories that were told about Grandpa's hunting he was just out there to enjoy himself. Even if it was at the expense of others.
Grandpa loved to garden. I remember many days going outside to play at Grandma and Grandpa's house and wondering.... " What is Grandpa doing?" He was never really weeding, never really hoeing, never really doing anything in particular but he was always out there puttering. I remember seeing eggshells just lying on the ground around the carrots or potatoe hills or whatever. I know now why but I used to think "Man Grandpa has a dirty garden"
Grandpa loved to give us all our own nicknames. Some made sense others didn't but we were all special because we all had our own special Grandpa Nickname. Kamarie was Chickidee, Simone was Skookum-chuck-charlie, Brittney was Moosehead and I was Meathead. Why?? I don't know but it's the way that it was.
When it comes to death I don't see it as something to cry over.... at least not thus far in my life. But I know that there were quite a few that shed a tear over Grandpa's death. I am so happy for him and so excited for him. What a wonderful opportunity to go and see all of those that have passed on before him. The final years of Grandpa's life were rough for him and for Grandma. Having had a major stroke 16 years ago life has be going downhill for him since then. The last 2 years have been bad and the last 6 months to a year have been horrible for him and Grandma. Dementia had taken a hold of his brain and he had suffered with all the ailments that go with it. His body had completed it journey on this earth and he is now experiencing life as a spirit without a body.
I can not wait to meet him on the other side and see him all wonderful and full of life as his spirit dwells without the limitations of the body. What a wonderful day that will be and I am excited to see how he has grown spiritually.
I don't really have a tonne of memories with Grandpa, he was always doing more boy things and I always did the girl things.
He loved to go fishing and would fish with anyone anytime. In fact I know that after my dad moved to Creston there were many times when Grandpa would call him and ask my dad to take him fishing. Auuugghh was what my dad would say but most of the time he would take him fishing.
Grandpa served his fellow men. He was very active in his Knights of Columbus Group in Creston and for years it seemed like he was doing a pancake breakfast almost every weekend. He was always that one to be cooking the bacon.
Grandpa loved to hunt and the man that gave the eulogy spoke mainly about his hunting exploits. This makes me smile because my dad can be so serious when it comes to hunting. "Sucess is key" seems to be his mantra but from the stories that were told about Grandpa's hunting he was just out there to enjoy himself. Even if it was at the expense of others.
Grandpa loved to garden. I remember many days going outside to play at Grandma and Grandpa's house and wondering.... " What is Grandpa doing?" He was never really weeding, never really hoeing, never really doing anything in particular but he was always out there puttering. I remember seeing eggshells just lying on the ground around the carrots or potatoe hills or whatever. I know now why but I used to think "Man Grandpa has a dirty garden"
Grandpa loved to give us all our own nicknames. Some made sense others didn't but we were all special because we all had our own special Grandpa Nickname. Kamarie was Chickidee, Simone was Skookum-chuck-charlie, Brittney was Moosehead and I was Meathead. Why?? I don't know but it's the way that it was.
When it comes to death I don't see it as something to cry over.... at least not thus far in my life. But I know that there were quite a few that shed a tear over Grandpa's death. I am so happy for him and so excited for him. What a wonderful opportunity to go and see all of those that have passed on before him. The final years of Grandpa's life were rough for him and for Grandma. Having had a major stroke 16 years ago life has be going downhill for him since then. The last 2 years have been bad and the last 6 months to a year have been horrible for him and Grandma. Dementia had taken a hold of his brain and he had suffered with all the ailments that go with it. His body had completed it journey on this earth and he is now experiencing life as a spirit without a body.
I can not wait to meet him on the other side and see him all wonderful and full of life as his spirit dwells without the limitations of the body. What a wonderful day that will be and I am excited to see how he has grown spiritually.
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