Goodbye Grandpa
My grandfather passed away in March and I've been meaning to post the eulogy I gave. Here it is: Walter was my grandpa. He was also my hero. We all knew him and loved him despite any faults. The man who never spoke above a mumble and who had a comb-over long before I was born. Some of my earliest and my best memories include Grandpa. I'd like to share some of those memories. If I had to pick just one favorite memory, it would be catching lightning bugs at dusk. When I was young I would spend a week on the Farm with my grandparents each summer. I remember preparing for our nightly adventure by finding a mason jar and helping Grandpa pound holes into the lid so the bugs could breathe. I remember watching the twinkling lights above the corn field, getting closer by the minute. I would run around the yard capturing lightning bugs and Grandpa would hold the jar for me. Once I had captured about 50 bugs we would take the ja...