We said goodbye to my grandfather yesterday. He was a member of the Greatest Generation in every sense of the word. A veteran of World War II, a patriot who once moved out of a condo because they wouldn't let him fly an American flag. A mechanical engineer who worked for Standard Oil. My loyal grandmother, his wife for sixty-six years was by his side, as well as his youngest daughter, my aunt.
He loved his family and had four great kids. My sister and I had such fun visiting them at their house in Cape Cod. We loved the hammock in the back yard and the trail through the woods to the elementary school playground, having lunch together at the beach (he always had a PB&J), and going on adventures like whale watches and hikes with friends from the senior center. He and my grandma always planned a fun itinerary for our visits. We spent my grandparents' fiftieth wedding anniversary at Disney with all the aunts, uncles, and cousins.
He had a beautiful garden behind the house that he took meticulous care of. He loved oatmeal for breakfast and oatmeal-raisin cookies anytime. We named James after him (when my grandma told him that he told her "I like to be called Jim." Ha! I've called James "Jim" a couple of times but it hasn't stuck!).
We are so sad to say goodbye, but happy that he is finally free from his bed. He will be dearly missed by many people.
With two year-old Charlie and baby Wes