Some say he had terrific arm strength. Just today, a man who owns a horse farm looked me in the eye and said, "He was a very nice man. Everyone who knew him, loved him."
Also reported was that he could walk on his hands like nobody else; he could even climb stairs that way.
I never knew him. Never even got to meet him. He died of a sudden heart attack 6 years before I was born.
Sometimes, I wish I could have the chance to talk to him. Or see him. What did he look like? I hear that he liked to tease... but that he could also be quite serious. That he was quiet, but when he did talk, you listened.
I love to hear the story about what happened shortly before he died. He was a farmer, and he was out in the field. And suddenly, his dad, who had been deceased for quite some time, was there with him, sitting beside him.
They talked.
"You've had a good life," his father told him.
He lives on in so many other people, but now it's been so long that I am not sure what part is his legacy. All that I know is that somehow, part of him still lives out in me.
Someday, when I get to Heaven, I'll get to meet my Grandpa.
Love you all-T
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Wow Taryn! Great post! You really wrote that well.
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