Grandpa

My grandpa died last week. He was 88 years old and left a long history of love and caring as well as a strong work ethic to his many family members. Following is something I wrote to have said at the funeral. I'm greatly blessed to have had such a grandpa. My husband, Karl, was born after both of his grandfathers died. But that's how loving my grandpa was, he became a grandpa to Karl as well.

What I learned from Grandpa
By Sharon Leukert

Grandpa always took time for a hug.
Fresh strawberries tasted best out of Grandpa’s garden, especially when you picked them together.
Chores at home were boring, but digging potatoes with Grandpa was always fun.
Grandpa respected people and property and he expected you to do the same.
You’re never too old to be spanked. When Grandpa got the switch after Lora when she was a full grown up eleven years old, I learned you are never too old to be spanked.
Remodeling your house every year keeps everyone guessing as to which room is used for what in the house.
Visits were never long enough for Grandpa. He enjoyed your company for hours.
Grandpa’s house was always open for the relatives that passed by.
Grandpa could do anything, make anything and solve any problem.
Grandpa always said our visits didn’t happen often enough and we never stayed long enough.
Grandpa worked hard all his life and always shared with those in need.
There was always plenty of food at Grandpa’s table, and the best stuff came right out of his garden.
It was always evident at family gatherings that Grandpa loved God and knew the Bible well.
Grandpa had lots of love to share.