Grandpas

What’s up, blog? We've made it through a cold winter, and now the sun is shining! Plus, the time change is TOMORROW! Praise the Lord! Life hasn't slowed down in 2025, and a lot has happened in my life.

Something I've been reflecting on recently is the life of my grandfather. After his passing last week, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about him and feeling grateful that I had such a wonderful grandpa in my life for over 23 years. Growing up, I spent many weekends at my grandparents' ranch with my cousins. They gave us a space to play and be outside a lot—such an awesome gift to give a child. Those years were formative for me. I spent a lot of time fishing, driving around the pasture, hanging out with my cousins, and playing card games with my grandma.

When I think of Alfred (my grandpa), I always picture him sitting in the corner of the room with his cowboy hat and glasses, wearing the biggest smile. He never tried to be the center of attention; he just enjoyed being a part of whatever was going on, especially if it involved his kids or grandkids. He loved his family. Every once in a while, he'd chime in with something witty and make us all laugh. Though Alfred looked tough—because he was—he was also the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I’ll miss his hugs. Every time I arrived at or was leaving the ranch, he would stick out his hand. Expecting just a handshake, he would always pull me in for a hug. I can still hear his hearing aid ringing in my ear along with his voice, saying, "Love you, Buzzy!"

I don't think I can ever visit the ranch again without thinking of him. That little place in the middle of nowhere is marked by him forever, and I’m grateful for it.

I know the Lord a lot better because of my grandfather. The joy he found in being with his children and grandchildren feels like a metaphor for the joy the Father has when we spend time with Him. He sits with His children, in silence or in conversation, with a big smile on His face. Thank you, God, for grandpas.