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Sunday, June 3, 2012

Oh my lil Grandpa..

Oh my lil Grandpa....

Before i share my little story, i'd like to take a second, to talk a little bit about my Grandfather. I will only share a few words. But believe me, i could go on and on. My Grandfather, Grandpa Vallie, Was one of the most amazing people i have ever had the priveledge of knowing in my lifetime. However, i am only 25, So i have yet to meet the rest of the world.. But in all honesty i doubt that i will ever again, meet another person like Mr. Vallie Harrison.

And mind you, im not just saying the things i say because he was my Father's Father, My Grandfather, My Family, or my blood-kin. Anyone who has ever known  Grandpa, or has ever met him, related or not.. Would tell you the same thing's that i say.

He was a quiet, meek, humble, man of God, he would alway's say "I am a child of the most high God". He was never shy to stand up in church, under any condition, and give a testimony, Even when nobody could understand him (in the past year, he started losing his voice, and ability to speak clearly/loud.. He loved his people, he loved the Lord, he loved all people.... He loved praising God.. And he knew the power of God. He knew, and could tell you, from a child on up, how the Lord had been with him all of his days. He never met a stranger, He was accepting of all people, and didnt judge anyone. For nothing.

He was the most Christ-Like man i've ever come in contact with.
He is the example, of what we should all strive, in life to be.

My Grandfather had Parkinsons. Which limited alot of things we all can normally do. He was a go-getter, a hard worker, even in his last day's, he wanted to go and do whatever he could. We called him the engergizer bunny... He just kept going. Nothing could stop him, or hold him back, in his mind, he could do anything that he put his mind to. And he really could.

One of the most memorable things my Grandfather had ever told Me. Was said in only a few words. That i will keep with me, untill the day i die. It may not mean much to many, and it might seem like something, that to some, holds no value. But to me, personally, coming from my Grandfather, it meant the world to me.

One day we were sitting outside, in his truck. He had a little white pickup- Which my Brother took over, after a while, and still has. Grandpa drove for as long as he possibly could, untill eventually, nobody would allow him to- Due to his disease (parkensins) and old age. He wasnt even able to get a driver license, he had gotten so bad (believe me, he
tried.. lol) He would some times fall asleep at the wheel.

But, seeing as he was superman in HIS MIND, he didnt understand or agree with any of this. So one day, we set outside, in his truck... He was going through paper's and other things inside of the truck, and he started telling me how he was depressed. He was upset that he was given limits, and that he was no longer allowed to drive or do anything he wanted to... So, he talked to me about how he felt. I've never in all of my life, heard Grandpa talk about being depressed/sad/upset. But he did. And i wish i could remember all of the words he said, but i cant...

I, in return, told Grandpa how i felt..
I told him i felt the same way..
I told him i was depressed, to the point, Sometimes i dont even wanna live anymore.

And these are the words he had given Me.
It meant so much to me, that at that very moment, I found a pen, and ripped a peice of paper
from an envalope in his truck, and i wrote it down.

These simple words:
"Dont be that way Daughter, Your day is coming.."

I thought about this last night....

Last night, i was feeling so down. About everything in life.. Missing Grandpa.. Trying to just comprehend, and deal with everything i was thinking and feeling.. And those words came to me... And i found the paper in my dresser drawer (after searching a good 10 minutes) where i had written those words that he said.. And at that moment, it meant more to me than
it did before.

Dont be that way Daughter.
Your day is coming.

I could hear his little small, quiet, fragile voice, saying it to me again..
Nothing in this world, on this earth,
could have given me a gift that great.
Those simple words.

               (the actual paper i had written it on..)

And last night, i found all of these pictures... I didnt even know i had.




Deborah, Grandpa, Me, Easter at the Park

Grandpa outside of the funeral home during Aunt Lizzy's Funeral


Grandpa & Aunt Charity

Happy Birthday Grandpa

Lizzy, Grandpa, Me


Grandpa & Me <3

Grandpa show your new teeth!!!!

Welcome Grandpa!!


Sleeping..

Me Grandpa & Deborah


Grandpa's front yard, where we used to live.


Deb's old front yard......


Grandpa's Allison Boat

Grandpa making a wooden rubberband gun


Grandpa's other boat









3 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing :')

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  2. Charity, don't fret. It's good your grandpa is dead. Now he's with God!

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Dear Charity,