My Grandpa Wesley

Grandpa died Sunday morning. He would have been 90 in June. He was an amazing man and still is. He left his body behind and moved on to the next part of life. He is still watching over us and I take a great comfort in this. While my parents worked he would drive down daily the hour and a half to babysit us. He read to us and taught us our math. He played catch with us and spend a lot of time coaching us in our softball. He shouldn't have lived a day past the explosion that took off is upper skull and lodged pieces of it in his brain in WW2. But he did live. He taught us life was fragile and faith was power. (He knew he wasn't perfect, & no one is.) He gave me a love of learning. He taught me how to do work on cars and to love horses. So much of me is made from him I could never list it all. He, best of all, always believed in me and for that I will love him forever. His 4 sons, 18 grand kids, (and something like 12 great grand kids) will all miss this wonderful man.