Growing up, I feared my Grandpa and revered him at the same time. The first time I remember crying was when Grandpa told me I had done something wrong. From what I remember, he didn’t have to say much but the tone in his voice and the look he gave was frightening.
At the same time I knew that he was a good man, an honest man. It didn’t take long for me to figure that out by the way people talked about him, even when he wasn’t around. Those stories and seeing my Grandpa doing things for others without a second thought will never leave my memory and I try to live the same way he has. Those silent lessons have been invaluable.
Now that I am a man and father of two I can say, somewhat jokingly, that Grandpa is also pretty nuts. In the days of his life where he should be taking it easy or seeing other parts of the world, he is working cattle.… Continue readingRead More »