You were my everything. You still are. I'll never get over you, you blessed my life.
"If you only knew how much those little moments with you mattered to me."
A few of Grandpa's favorite things: Pepsi, peanuts, football, blackjack, Las Vegas, fried chicken, "Home Improvement," McDonald's breakfast burritos, Brownella the dog, flowers, the earth, the weather, gardening, horses, puppies, kittens, the outdoors, fishing, "Growing Pains," "My Darling Clementine," gambling, vacations, road trips, Grandchildren Tiffany and Bobby, Daughter Diane, joking around, basketball, baseball, The Denver Broncos, "Father Dowling Mysteries," lightning, penuche candy, butterscotch pudding, Rummy, cards, roast beef and mashed potatoes with gravy, Coffee, cooking, reading the newspaper, Rocky Bilt hamburgers, The Rocky Mountain Seed Company, The Rocky Mountain News, checkers, Popeye the Sailorman, The Peanuts and Charlie Brown, veggies, an evening walk after dinner, fixing things, being dapper, getting up at the crack of dawn, "Kokomo" by the Beach Boys, taking care of his family, a hard day's work, BINGO, country music, "The Mini Page," watching T.V., the mountains, trees, bird watching, building birdhouses, NOT being the center of attention, scalding hot summer days, his hat, smoking a cigarette, tending to his 4 properties, the funnies, being a proud Grandfather, "Fee-fi-fo-fum," Bernards, El Rancho, the Lotus Room, the radio and living his life until 1993 to the very fullest.
Least favorite things: complainers, lazy bums, drama queens, dopers and boozers, scary movies, gory subject matter, anyone other than himself driving him places, late or inconsiderate people, ghost stories, litterbugs, people demonstrating a lack of etiquette, thieves, people being cruel to animals, indecency, people with poor table manners, loud mouths, greed, staying up late. People being mean to his granddaughter Tiffany
June 1, 1993 remains the second worst day of my life. I was 19 years old and my doorbell rang in the late afternoon. I opened the door, it was a bright sunny day and my favorite person on earth was standing at my door. I smiled big and greeted him, but was not greeted with his usual smile back at me. His body language was different than usual. Very seriously and matter of factly he told me the horrible news. That being that he had inoperable lung cancer. I begged him to come inside so we could talk in a more comfortable environment. But this was no social call. He shook his head no for the first time ever to my invitation. I am not sure if he even said goodbye or not. The next thing, I was looking out front, he got into his little orange Datsun truck and away he drove. Despite what he told me I didn't or couldn't make myself believe that he had terminal cancer. He made it a little more than 4 months. Which leads me to the #1 worst day of my life. October 29, 1993, the day of his death at 78 years old. I was 20 years old at the time. Life has never been the same.
"If you only knew how much those little moments with you mattered to me."
A few of Grandpa's favorite things: Pepsi, peanuts, football, blackjack, Las Vegas, fried chicken, "Home Improvement," McDonald's breakfast burritos, Brownella the dog, flowers, the earth, the weather, gardening, horses, puppies, kittens, the outdoors, fishing, "Growing Pains," "My Darling Clementine," gambling, vacations, road trips, Grandchildren Tiffany and Bobby, Daughter Diane, joking around, basketball, baseball, The Denver Broncos, "Father Dowling Mysteries," lightning, penuche candy, butterscotch pudding, Rummy, cards, roast beef and mashed potatoes with gravy, Coffee, cooking, reading the newspaper, Rocky Bilt hamburgers, The Rocky Mountain Seed Company, The Rocky Mountain News, checkers, Popeye the Sailorman, The Peanuts and Charlie Brown, veggies, an evening walk after dinner, fixing things, being dapper, getting up at the crack of dawn, "Kokomo" by the Beach Boys, taking care of his family, a hard day's work, BINGO, country music, "The Mini Page," watching T.V., the mountains, trees, bird watching, building birdhouses, NOT being the center of attention, scalding hot summer days, his hat, smoking a cigarette, tending to his 4 properties, the funnies, being a proud Grandfather, "Fee-fi-fo-fum," Bernards, El Rancho, the Lotus Room, the radio and living his life until 1993 to the very fullest.
Least favorite things: complainers, lazy bums, drama queens, dopers and boozers, scary movies, gory subject matter, anyone other than himself driving him places, late or inconsiderate people, ghost stories, litterbugs, people demonstrating a lack of etiquette, thieves, people being cruel to animals, indecency, people with poor table manners, loud mouths, greed, staying up late. People being mean to his granddaughter Tiffany
June 1, 1993 remains the second worst day of my life. I was 19 years old and my doorbell rang in the late afternoon. I opened the door, it was a bright sunny day and my favorite person on earth was standing at my door. I smiled big and greeted him, but was not greeted with his usual smile back at me. His body language was different than usual. Very seriously and matter of factly he told me the horrible news. That being that he had inoperable lung cancer. I begged him to come inside so we could talk in a more comfortable environment. But this was no social call. He shook his head no for the first time ever to my invitation. I am not sure if he even said goodbye or not. The next thing, I was looking out front, he got into his little orange Datsun truck and away he drove. Despite what he told me I didn't or couldn't make myself believe that he had terminal cancer. He made it a little more than 4 months. Which leads me to the #1 worst day of my life. October 29, 1993, the day of his death at 78 years old. I was 20 years old at the time. Life has never been the same.
You were my everything. You still are. I'll never get over you, you blessed my life.
"If you only knew how much those little moments with you mattered to me."
A few of Grandpa's favorite things: Pepsi, peanuts, football, blackjack, Las Vegas, fried chicken, "Home Improvement," McDonald's breakfast burritos, Brownella the dog, flowers, the earth, the weather, gardening, horses, puppies, kittens, the outdoors, fishing, "Growing Pains," "My Darling Clementine," gambling, vacations, road trips, Grandchildren Tiffany and Bobby, Daughter Diane, joking around, basketball, baseball, The Denver Broncos, "Father Dowling Mysteries," lightning, penuche candy, butterscotch pudding, Rummy, cards, roast beef and mashed potatoes with gravy, Coffee, cooking, reading the newspaper, Rocky Bilt hamburgers, The Rocky Mountain Seed Company, The Rocky Mountain News, checkers, Popeye the Sailorman, The Peanuts and Charlie Brown, veggies, an evening walk after dinner, fixing things, being dapper, getting up at the crack of dawn, "Kokomo" by the Beach Boys, taking care of his family, a hard day's work, BINGO, country music, "The Mini Page," watching T.V., the mountains, trees, bird watching, building birdhouses, NOT being the center of attention, scalding hot summer days, his hat, smoking a cigarette, tending to his 4 properties, the funnies, being a proud Grandfather, "Fee-fi-fo-fum," Bernards, El Rancho, the Lotus Room, the radio and living his life until 1993 to the very fullest.
Least favorite things: complainers, lazy bums, drama queens, dopers and boozers, scary movies, gory subject matter, anyone other than himself driving him places, late or inconsiderate people, ghost stories, litterbugs, people demonstrating a lack of etiquette, thieves, people being cruel to animals, indecency, people with poor table manners, loud mouths, greed, staying up late. People being mean to his granddaughter Tiffany
June 1, 1993 remains the second worst day of my life. I was 19 years old and my doorbell rang in the late afternoon. I opened the door, it was a bright sunny day and my favorite person on earth was standing at my door. I smiled big and greeted him, but was not greeted with his usual smile back at me. His body language was different than usual. Very seriously and matter of factly he told me the horrible news. That being that he had inoperable lung cancer. I begged him to come inside so we could talk in a more comfortable environment. But this was no social call. He shook his head no for the first time ever to my invitation. I am not sure if he even said goodbye or not. The next thing, I was looking out front, he got into his little orange Datsun truck and away he drove. Despite what he told me I didn't or couldn't make myself believe that he had terminal cancer. He made it a little more than 4 months. Which leads me to the #1 worst day of my life. October 29, 1993, the day of his death at 78 years old. I was 20 years old at the time. Life has never been the same.
"If you only knew how much those little moments with you mattered to me."
A few of Grandpa's favorite things: Pepsi, peanuts, football, blackjack, Las Vegas, fried chicken, "Home Improvement," McDonald's breakfast burritos, Brownella the dog, flowers, the earth, the weather, gardening, horses, puppies, kittens, the outdoors, fishing, "Growing Pains," "My Darling Clementine," gambling, vacations, road trips, Grandchildren Tiffany and Bobby, Daughter Diane, joking around, basketball, baseball, The Denver Broncos, "Father Dowling Mysteries," lightning, penuche candy, butterscotch pudding, Rummy, cards, roast beef and mashed potatoes with gravy, Coffee, cooking, reading the newspaper, Rocky Bilt hamburgers, The Rocky Mountain Seed Company, The Rocky Mountain News, checkers, Popeye the Sailorman, The Peanuts and Charlie Brown, veggies, an evening walk after dinner, fixing things, being dapper, getting up at the crack of dawn, "Kokomo" by the Beach Boys, taking care of his family, a hard day's work, BINGO, country music, "The Mini Page," watching T.V., the mountains, trees, bird watching, building birdhouses, NOT being the center of attention, scalding hot summer days, his hat, smoking a cigarette, tending to his 4 properties, the funnies, being a proud Grandfather, "Fee-fi-fo-fum," Bernards, El Rancho, the Lotus Room, the radio and living his life until 1993 to the very fullest.
Least favorite things: complainers, lazy bums, drama queens, dopers and boozers, scary movies, gory subject matter, anyone other than himself driving him places, late or inconsiderate people, ghost stories, litterbugs, people demonstrating a lack of etiquette, thieves, people being cruel to animals, indecency, people with poor table manners, loud mouths, greed, staying up late. People being mean to his granddaughter Tiffany
June 1, 1993 remains the second worst day of my life. I was 19 years old and my doorbell rang in the late afternoon. I opened the door, it was a bright sunny day and my favorite person on earth was standing at my door. I smiled big and greeted him, but was not greeted with his usual smile back at me. His body language was different than usual. Very seriously and matter of factly he told me the horrible news. That being that he had inoperable lung cancer. I begged him to come inside so we could talk in a more comfortable environment. But this was no social call. He shook his head no for the first time ever to my invitation. I am not sure if he even said goodbye or not. The next thing, I was looking out front, he got into his little orange Datsun truck and away he drove. Despite what he told me I didn't or couldn't make myself believe that he had terminal cancer. He made it a little more than 4 months. Which leads me to the #1 worst day of my life. October 29, 1993, the day of his death at 78 years old. I was 20 years old at the time. Life has never been the same.
