My Guardian Angel

Submitted by Windy Frazier February 2010 Windy knew her grandfather was not an average man. His unbreakable spirit could inspire anyone. While serving in the army he suffered a terrible accident that handicapped him from the waist down. Years later it even became necessary to amputate both his legs at the knees. In spite of his obvious physical limitations, he never let that get him down. Windy was raised the majority of her life by her grandparents so naturally their influence played a huge part in her life. She dearly loved her grandfather and deeply cherished the time they were able to spend together. When he passed away on April 3, 2004 a large void entered her life. We’re all familiar with the saying, “Time heals all wounds.” That wasn’t the case for Windy. As each day passed she found herself longing to be able to see him and talk to him. When she was younger, he would intentionally come up behind her and grab her on the neck. He knew it aggravated her but it was always done in love. It was his way of showing her he cared. Oh how she wished she could communicate with him just one more time! Years passed and Windy’s life was hectic. Working mothers seldom have time to themselves but even in the midst of all her organized chaos she still thought of her grandfather every day. It happened while she was at work. Filing charts had become almost second nature so she often found herself in her own little world while performing this task. Reaching down to insert a chart...

My Grandfathers and Me

Submitted by Julie James November 2009 Recalling childhood memories often bring to mind warm, secure, happy thoughts of our loving grandparents. They influence our lives in a way our parents cannot. Quoting the famous author Alex Haley, “Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.” Whether it was for a summer or for frequent regular visits, spending time with our grandparents allowed us a different look at life. As children, we were able to see firsthand the values that our parents tried to teach us, simply by spending quality time with the very ones that taught them. Growing up Julie was fortunate to have Grampa on her father’s side of the family and Grandmother and Granddaddy on her mother’s side. Grampa still worked and he traveled frequently with his job as a printer, but whenever time allowed he would show up unexpectedly at Julie’s house. There were many times when they would come home to find him on the doorstep. Her mother would look at her and say, “You’ve been praying again haven’t you?” Julie’s response was a simple smile and a nod of the head. He spent as much time as he could with her and she loved him dearly. Julie would never forget that day. It was a cold winter morning when she was awakened by people talking. It was not yet daylight so they were speaking in hushed voices. She could tell by their tone something was wrong. It wasn’t an easy thing for a six year old girl to understand. Overcome with sadness,...

A Connection at Last

Submitted by Stephanie Buck October 2009 Stephanie slipped on her night clothes and climbed into her grandfather’s bed. It had been a long day and it was finally time to go to sleep. Although tired, an uneasiness had settled upon her preventing her from falling asleep. You see, Stephanie’s father had decided not to attend the funeral. Even though it was his own father, there were extenuating circumstances and he felt it best to avoid conflicts that would surely occur if he went. It hurt her to see her father in this predicament. Stephanie was painfully aware of the situation between her father and grandfather. She adored her dad and she loved her grandfather, but had never felt particularly close to him. Her father was very loving and outgoing while her Grandfather was reserved and unapproachable. They seemed the exact opposite. She knew their relationship had not always been so strained. Once upon a time they actually enjoyed doing things together. They shared a love of hunting and many a day found father and son under the hood of a car or tinkering with a motorcycle. Everything changed, however, when her father divorced his first wife. Her grandfather did not approve. His disapproval became a permanent wedge between them especially after her parents married. In spite of the family history, Stephanie and her sister, Denise, would go to her grandfather’s house every summer hoping to develop a bond with him. Even though they were his own grandchildren he always remained somewhat distant. Now, here they all were, gathered in her grandfather’s house the night before his funeral. Typically this...