Jul 21, 2021
I've been thinking about my Grandfather a lot lately. I don't know why, but I have.
Today would have been his 117th birthday, and I felt like I wanted to sit down and write something about him. So here I am. It's not a sad thing, because even though he's been gone 39 years - I still feel like he's with me every day.
That's the impact he had on my life.
In short, "Pa", as we called him, was the beating heart of our family. The foundation. His quiet and caring way didn't need a lot of words. Matter of fact, he told me he loved me ONCE. That sounds strange by today's standards- but I can assure you, it was something that was always understood, and I never doubted it for a second. French Canadian folks were buttoned up when it came to emotions, and Pa was old school French-Canadian. There was right and there was wrong. There was respect and there was kindness. Always. But showering you or anyone with emotion wasn't something they did. You just KNEW.