My Great Grandpa John recently died and I was asked to write a little something to be read at his funeral. This is what I came up with.

100 years old. A Centenarian. That is amazing. I think we can all agree to round up to 100 because saying “My Great Grandpa was 99.9 years old” just doesn’t sound as nice. But that’s just me because I like to tell tall tales.  But Grandpa John didn’t need to make things up because he had so many unbelievable stories come from his own life.  Like the story of him being a hobo and hopping trains from Montana to California looking for jobs.  These types of stories are not common these days.  He truly lived in a different time. 

I think there is a reason he lived to be 100.  He was a very disciplined and steadfast person and helping others seemed to come very naturally to him. I believe his daily routine of exercise and practicing the violin along with volunteering to play for others are what kept him going. Of course, if you were to ask him he might say it was vitamins and garlic pills that kept him healthy.

I always enjoyed having him around during family holidays. One of my favorite parts was after we all sat down and enjoyed a nice home cooked meal he would always say, “That was the best meal I’ve ever had!” And I believe he meant it. He seemed to approach life with a very genuine thankfulness. After the meal after we had all settled down in the living room he would take out his violin and do a mini concert for us. I loved the way he would announce an introduction for each song. “This is an old tune I learned back in 1942”. And then he would begin to play the piece as if he were in front of a large audience. He loved to play no matter how many people were listening. I especially enjoyed the times he played Christmas songs with my mom on piano and my husband on guitar. Playing music seemed to unlock his youthfulness. Once he picked up his violin and you set a piece of music in front of him he really seemed to come alive.

I remember when we asked him to play his violin at our wedding 5 years ago.  He was so humbly honored and couldn't believe we wanted him to play. Who wouldn’t want their 95 year old grandpa to play at their wedding? He practiced so intently and really wanted to do his best. He was all the talk of our friends afterwards.  It was an especially amazing ending to our wedding day to have him spontaneously begin playing a hoe down arrangement of songs as we exited the church through a pathway of bubbles into our waiting limo.  It’s a moment my husband and I still talk about today and will always remember.

This is what I woke up to this morning.  A cute bald baby and a matching daddy.  At least now I can see the resemblance of the two more!

This is why we bought our video camera…for times like these!  I can’t wait.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs

Here’s the info on this video:

This is my 7 year old son who had an extra tooth removed last summer, 2008. I had the camera because he was so nervous before I wanted him to see before and after.
He was so out of it after, I had to carry him out of the office. The staff was laughing and I had tears it was so funny.
He is doing fine now and the teeth are great.