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I have found myself at a loss for words, not because I have nothing to say, but because I didn't know where to start. I have been so afraid I will forget something important, a special memory, a special quality...I don't want to forget anything.
For most of my life Grandpa was a relatively quiet man, a bit silly at times with a quirky sense of humor. My grandma ruled the roost. She told the stories, she directed where we were going, she was the boss with his undying support. My grandma always walked with such a fast pace that it was difficult for anyone to keep up. She once told me (as we waited for him to catch up) that he "wouldn't walk faster if his pants were on fire." He always seemed to just be enjoying the walk. She was always waiting for him. After being diagnosed with cancer many years ago I noticed a fire had finally been lit under my grandpa. He was talking back to my grandma! He was feisty and full of life. He suddenly had something to say about almost everything! For once my grandma had competition for telling a story! Sometimes she seemed like he gave her a handful, but I know she enjoyed their new found rapport. One of my favorite memories of him and my grandma's new relationship was during a car trip. My grandma was telling me all her story's and he was up front driving, making quiet added commentary that had even my grandma laughing and telling him to shush. I think he even made her blush a couple times.
The grandfather I knew (not to be confused with the father my mom, aunts and uncles knew) was a bright-eyed, hard working, sometimes quiet, slow moving, tall giant of a man. I will always remember staying up late at night with grandpa watching MASH and eating ice cream and popsicles during the summer. Every morning he would peel oranges or tangeringes, and gladly share with sneaky little hands that swiped them, while he simply peeled more. He could gently quiet any baby and, more times than not, all children were drawn to his presence. It was not uncommon for several small children to follow him around or for a baby to be found in his arms. He and my grandma both shared those charms. (Finish in comments)