Grandpa George

Oooh man. Have I got a story to tell you.

This is how I have started many a conversation in the past week.

But I'm not going to tell you those stories now. I am going to tell you about something a lot more interesting. Well, at least I think it's interesting.

Last weekend I was blessed with the opportunity to hang out with my grandparents of the Drahosh variety. Mom, Dad, and Grandma went to a retirement party for a little over an hour, and I got to hang out with my amazing Grandpa.

George is one of those amazing people who doesn't think he accomplished much in his life. However, my grandpa couldn't be more wrong.

1. He was a rural mail-carrier for a long time.

2. He was the fire chief and the mayor of Finlayson.

3. He fought in World War II and has a bronze star and a purple heart.

4. He grew up on a farm during the Great Depression.

5. He understands Czech and English.

Those are just a few of the things that my grandpa has done.

And now, his short-term memory is fading, but my grandpa, he sat and talked to be for over an hour about amazing things. He told me about his childhood, about what a man's role should be, about the cats, about the recent fire, etc.

It was a good day. My grandfather is amazing. He is a man I respect a lot, and I love him very much.

So I'm done gushing now, but I would encourage you to go find out about your grandparents' life. They are pretty amazing. Trust me. :-)