Sooo

I miss my grandparents.


It's odd to have their absence. Grandparents I feel...have this certain authority over us all...something untouchable. Something. Remarkable. I was closest to my grandfathers on both sides of my family.
However, lately, I'm missing my grandmother! Stella!! She was such a free spirit...and honestly just such a pain in the ass. But looking back, I truly honestly, Miss her. In awkward moments, she always had a way of changing the mood...almost quick enough to make others completely forget...well...what was awkward to begin with.


My granddad Robert on my dad's side had this quiet demeanor. He was a true gentleman! He had a great sense of humor and I truly admired him. Perhaps it's grandparents in general, but Grandpop Purdie really had this great way, with just...making things better. I remember one time...I was 8. I was playing outside my Grandmoms and Grandpop's house, my grandmom had ran to the store...I was in my bliss! I was playing with this toy truck from Dollar Tree (it was a plastic cement mixer.) I put mud in the mixer part of the truck...and unfortunately inorder to bring in the toys from outside, I'd have to scoop the mud out with my fingers.....as I was doing such, I thought to myself, "it'd be pretty stupid if I got my fingers  stuck." and almost instantly, like a sign from the heavens...my fingers....in this cement mixer...as mud was drying.
I was pretty scared!!
My granddad saw me in the yard 15 minutes after he had called me in. I was fumbling in the yard with my hand caught in this contraption. Embarrassed, I snap back at my granddad whos attempting to usher me in.
He immediately rushed to my side, sensed my urgency...and noticed my predicament. I turn and I face him...and I swell up with tears:
"CALL 9-1-1!" his face lit up with both laughter and heartache. I was the princess in the mud, and my royal hand....was royaly jammed in this cement mix truck. "No! No! No need to call 911....all you need is soap!" and for another 25 minutes, we filled my hand and the truck with dish soap...and weaseled it off. Mind you...the entire time my uncle Keith was listening in on the single best conversation, which will be, and still is quoted every time I visit my family.
My grandfather Purdie represents to me, a true...human being. Who is proud of work, who is proud of his family, and loves his granddaughter enough...to hold back laughter in times of quite and embarrassing crisis!
For that, and many other things, I love him.


I also remember Louis! My grandfather on my mom's side. Times were a bit rough here and there, and I remember first moving to Jersey. My mom was scared and worried as to what was to come, and thankfully my granddad Janson opened his doors for us.


Because of him. We had a safe, warm, loving home....the second we moved to New Jersey...if that isn't what family, love, and Godliness is all about...I'm not quite sure what is.


Hear You Me-Jimmy Eat World


there's no one in town i know 
you gave us someplace to go 
i never said thank you for that 
thought i might get one more chance 
what would you think of me now? 
so lucky 
so strong 
so proud 
never said thank you for that 
now i'll never have a chance 
may angels lead you in 
hear you me my friends 
on sleepless roads the sleepless go 
may angels lead you in
what would you think of me now? 
so lucky 
so strong 
so proud 
never said thank you for that 
now i'll never have a chance
may angels lead you in 
hear you me my friends 
on sleepless roads the sleepless go 
may angels lead you in
if you were with me tonight 
i'd sing to you just one more time 
a song for a heart so big god wouldn't let it live 
may angels lead you in 
hear you me my friends 
on sleepless roads the sleepless go 
may angels lead you in
may angels lead you in 
hear you me my friends 
on sleepless roads the sleepless go 
may angels lead you in