I have an abundance of grotesque, yet, barely visible memories of childhood. However, no breathtaking family trips, no unique family togetherness that taught a moral lesson, no abnormal holidays. We still ate family meals together, but most often the children and adults lived in different worlds. When I needed comforting or wanted the best of both worlds, I could turn to my Grandpa.
I distinctly remember the weeknights at his house. Sitting upon his lap, walking down the street, getting pulled in my wagon through a park--these were things I loved doing with Grandpa. I was not just another person to him: I was the ultimate grandson, and I was special.
“Grandpa was a giant of a man. He stood six feet two inches and weighed over 250 pounds.” Grandma would often say. “He moved with purpose and carried himself with respect. Elmer was a proud man, a good man, and all who knew him said so.” Even if you didn't know him, you would notice his inner strength, his patience, his self-esteem.
Grandpa wasn't a scholar. In fact, he did struggled to make...
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