Every summer I spent a week or two in Michigan with my dad’s side of the family. I’d spend at least a week of it Up North with my grandparents. I wasn’t (am barely now) very domestic so I spent most of my time wandering around with my grandpa. Who despite his faults was an awesome grandpa. I am the oldest grandchild by almost 8 years and my dad’s only child so I received quite a bit of individual attention. Sometimes I think I didn’t spend enough time mourning his passing. He died one day shy of a month after my brother’s death. When I heard the news I was already DEEP in grief for my brother. His death was just one more thing added to the pile on top. Throw in helping take care of my uncle who was undergoing chemo and radiation, my first semester of college and a part time job and there really wasn’t much room. I feel bad about it because my grandpa really does have a special place in my heart. I digress.
My grandpa worked with wood as long as I can remember. He made me a rocking elephant, several cradles for my dolls, and tons of cars and other toys. Sometimes I don’t feel like I mourned his passing enough
Here I am on said rocking elephant which may or may not be lost. My dad sent it back to Michigan at some point for my younger cousins and it hasn’t been seen in quite a while.

Here I am forcing him to smile for a picture when he and my grandma came to visit for my high school graduation. That trip was the last time I saw him.

Here’s my baby in the crib my grandpa made for my dolls. He’s a few days old and ~5Ilb 14oz, 18.5″ here.


And here are some of the awesome toys he made.

I miss him