When I started thinking about my grandpa I came up with all kinds of little things I remember about him. He was so handsome and kind, probably more common 90 years ago than now.
At least once a week on the way home from work he would stop and pick my grandma flowers. It was not a big thing but if you ask my grandma it is something she will mention.
My favorite little thing is that my grandma is now 87 years old and she has still never pumped her own gas. He always did it, and she would have no idea how. Since he has been gone I have done it, I figured why mess with a good thing.
His kindness wasn’t just reserved for grandma; he also would do all kinds of neat things for his grandkids. When I was little and I would get a present in a big box he would make a door and windows in it for me, but that wasn’t the best part. He put a light in it to, how cool is that. I liked to make dress up clothes out of my grandma’s scraps of fabric. He would let me put on a fashion show to model them and I thought I was a star.
The more I think about it the more I remember that I had not thought about in a long time. I will keep adding them as I remember, what a wonderful tribute.