My grandpa died 9 years ago yesterday, today would have been his 86th birthday. It was a hard funeral for me and my brothers; it was the first funeral for a member of our family. We never thought he'd be the first to go. He was a tough farmer who worked his whole life, raised 5 kids, and now has 3 great-grandkids he never got a chance to hold. Peyton, Ashley, and my cousin Kelli's son, Braeden. At the funeral they played the Judds' "Grandpa" song and still today I get a little choked up when I hear it. The most touching moment really was when we were all seated, we looked up (the church had 2 levels) and the whole high school football team came in one by one wearing their jersey's- my cousin played on the team, it was nice to see the support of the town- a small town north of Moorhead, called Red Lake Falls. Last year we went to my grandma's bday party up there and we stopped at the cemetery so Peyton could "meet" him.
My favorite memory of my grandpa was, well there are a few- the way he pretty much set his hat- picture the mesh John Deere hat, straight brim- as if it were ironed that way or something- on his head and it was always just a little crooked.
The fun 4- wheel rides we got while us grandkids would sit in a trailer that was attached- he'd bring us around the farm and up and down the ditches
His love for horses
His "guard dog" Drift- a replica sits on his headstone- the beauty of a small town- you can put nice momentos at the cemetery and not worry they won't be there the next time you go
The way he always called me Missy Lou- Lou is not my middle name, but according to him it sure was.
We miss you Grandpa! Your 2 granddaughters would sure love you and Peyton would talk your ear off!
They'll save all the hugs and kisses for when they do meet you someday.
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