Everytime I eat a sausage biscuit from McDonalds I think of him. So often when we'd go out to breakfast that's what he'd order for us. He wouldn't ask what we wanted. We knew he was coming back with a pile of sausage biscuits and OJ's for us and a big coffee for him and grandma.
He has a laugh that is unmistakable. Unduplicated. It was soft and never boisterous (like Matt's!).
I remember seeing Daniel swing from his huge bicep in Macon and being amazed at how a man so "old" (it's amazing what you think is old when you are little) could be so strong!
I remember many drives from the mountain trailer to the Piggly Wiggly. Why did just me always go with them?
I remember his singing voice. It was very pure and like it was from another decade, probably because it was.
I remember more than once waking up early in Macon and going to the livingroom to see him not just praying, but on his knees at the couch. Knowing that he was praying for each person in each picture on the wall he was kneeling in front of. In fact, when I was alone in Hendersonville I remember the peace I felt knowing not only that my parents had prayed for me that day, but knowing that my grandaddy woke up that morning and prayed for me too.
I remember getting in trouble for jumping too high on the trampoline while he was working back by the sheds.
I remember never feeling like I could just go up and snuggle next to him (like I could do with Grandad Cagle), but knowing that he loved me in a different but yet unconditional way.
So many chorus concerts, church performances, solos... he and grandma were sitting in the audience. That meant so, so much to me.
He told me I was beautiful on my wedding day.
Tab. That's all I have to say about that subject. Tab. Oh, and Nature's valley granola bars. What a gross combination!
He shakes like dad does when he really gets to laughing.
He knew I loved music and once at the trailer made me sit in the back room with him and listen to that wierd pipe music that that guy blew into. Oh, and a lot of Gaither tracks. I acted into it because he was so excited. What was that guy's name?
By far, the people I have eaten the most cafeteria food with, is Grandma and Grandad. Sunday's after church... oh the choices on that line.
I remember once a long time ago watching those old, old movies from when dad was little. He tried to do a commentary while they were on (I don't think there was sound), but grandma won out and took over as best she could. He also loved some stinking slides.
I could go on and on about this man who God placed in my life to be my grandfather. How blessed I am. He was there for me more than most grandparents are. He didn't use words as much as he used actions. I am thankful. I don't want to say goodbye to him. But he's not really here anymore. In heaven I'll finally get to thank him for all he did and tell him exactly what he meant to me.
And one day I'll be sleeping, When death knocks on my door And I'll awake and find that I'm not homesick anymore I'll be home, going home, where I belong
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