This weekend we said goodbye to my grandfather. On Saturday, a crystal-clear, bluebird day, we remembered him with tears, with laughter, with the Navy hymn, and with an echoing alleluia chorus.
Pops’ obituary is here. It talks a lot about his professional accomplishments, which were significant, but does not capture his role as the patriarch of a large and sprawling family. His three living sons and the family of the fourth as well as his nine grandchildren were all in attendance on Saturday. Two of his six great-grandchildren were. Many, many cousins were there, and I was reminded, again, of the family that runs in my veins.
In a day packed with memorable moments, two stood out. Grace told me that during the service, my grandfather’s companion of the last many years, who was sitting next to hear, reached over and held her hand. The idea that the 92 year old woman who meant the world to my grandfather at the end of his life knew my daughter well enough to find comfort in her small hand makes me swell with pride and sorrow. And then, on the long drive home, I overheard Grace offer this to Whit in the backseat: “Whit, when you grow up to be an engineer, Great Pops is going to be very proud of you in heaven.”
Yes. I think he is already proud of both of them.
Sending love, Lindsey. Your children have learned so much about life and joy and loss this summer. How blessed you all are by one another. And how fortunate we are that you are willing to share your days with us. xoxoxo
So sweet. Sorry for your loss.
Oh, Lindsey, I am so sorry to hear this news. But I’m glad too to hear how your remarkable grandfather was celebrated by generations of his family and how you all found comfort in each other’s presence.
What a gorgeous story about Grace and Pops’s companion.
Thinking of you today. xo
Sending love your way. Indeed Pops is already smiling down with pride.
I would comment but I have tears in my eyes.
So sorry for your loss. Sending you and yours strength.