We said goodbye to my Grandpa Scott recently. He was 82 years old, and had a full, happy life. He passed away on June 21st, and we had a service for him on the 27th. The service was at the cemetary where he was laid to rest next to Uncle Skip, who we lost last year. My dad did the service, and the entire family and quite a few of Grandpa and Grandma's friends were there. I really liked that people were asked to share their favorite stories of Grandpa- it made the service more of a happy memorial.
2008
I have a lot of memories of Grandpa from when I was little... I remember he used to drive up to our soccer games when we lived in Monticello, and for music programs at church and school. I always felt a special bond with Grandpa because he was an artist, like me. I remember watching Bob Ross (The Happy Painter) with him, and he'd show me all of his paintings- I had so much respect and admiration for his artwork. Grandpa also used to pretend that I was the queen of England- he would kiss the back of my hand and bow to me and call me Your Highness. Now that I'm older I can appreciate that not all Grandpa's are that much fun, I was lucky.
Uncle Jim and Grandpa
One last memory: When I was 17 my uncle Jim got married, and I snuck out with my exchange student during the reception to smoke a cigarette in the parking lot behind a truck. Suddenly I heard footsteps... Grandpa had followed us out. Oops. He scolded us, but I don't think he ever said anything to my parents. I felt really bad that he'd caught us, but he later apologized. I can giggle about this now that I'm 28.
I love you and miss you Grandpa.