
Yesterday at 1:45 PM my grandfather Willard Conant died. There are a few things that come to my mind as I remember him. One of the very first things I can ever remember is a picture of he and I sitting on a porch eating jelly beans.
When I was nine I remember going to visit my mom's parents for the first time. They owned a flower shop in Williston. I remember going to get the flowers from a warehouse. Then watching Pa cut every thorn from every rose. Then watching Grammy and others make the arrangements. Pa and I would go deliver the arrangements. I loved to work with him. He made me feel important; he made me laugh. The first time I bought a rose for Jenny I was floored that the florist didn't cut the thorns off the roses. Not to mention the terrible wrapping job. I took out my pocket knife and removed the thorns myself. Then I repackaged the rose in order to make it presentable. I was always very proud to know how to properly care for flowers- how to select roses that will look good and how to make them last longer longer.
I remember helping him with the addition on their home. We built a small room over part of the deck. The thing I remember most was helping him get the bottom of the deck covered in so it could be insulated. I am sure there was someone more qualified than I was to help but I enjoyed the time I spent working with him that summer. We would go between the shop and the and house working all day long.
I will remember him as person who loved to work. Even in his spare time he did Family History. Work that will last beyond this life time. It will leave a legacy here for those who understand it's importance and for those beyond the vale it has left an eternal impression on their lives.
He is someone who a life could be modeled after; a person to look up to; a man to try a lifetime to be like. I hope at the end of my life I will have touched as many lives as he did.
I will miss him until the day I can see him again in the hereafter.
That's a beautiful articulation of your thoughts and feelings about your Grandpa Andy. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your grandpa, Andy.
ReplyDeleteAndrew, that is so well done. Thank you for doing this.
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