There are three people who made my Dad something that no one else could have made him - a grandfather. G, Z and JP turned my Dad into Grandpop. Psalm 128:6 says, "May you see your children's children!" It also says, "peace be with Israel," so I am glad he lived to see one of them. You can see from all the pictures the fun and special times we had together. Some of my kids favorite memories of Grandpop are going to Disney World, his hats, the models he made for them, and who could forget the time Grandpop had that enormous french fry. Those memories are such a gift.
In life, everyone we meet, from the sales clerk with the South Philly attitude to someone as important as your Dad, leaves you with a gift. God brings these people into our lives as part of His plan for molding us. My sweet and loving Father gave me many gifts. The first gift he gave me was life saving. My Mother was set on naming me Heidi, but my Dad took one look at little, newborn me, and said, "Nope, she looks like a Karen." His first gift was my name. Other gifts were tangible gifts, like my blue eyes or my ability to pack a trunk perfectly. Some gifts involved life experiences, such as to why it is so important to have the right attitude in Disney World or you would miss the whole point. My Dad was a very patient man, who always had a kind word, but he would get upset at those who were impatient, rude or lost their cool at the happiest place on earth. It was sort of like hajj to him. If you did not have the right attitude, it did not count.
Then there are the gifts that took a life time to give me, such as his patience. My Dad was so patient. I saw this displayed in the relationship between my Dad and my Grandmother. I love my Grandmother, she was a generous woman and I have fond memories of her. But lets just say it wasn't warmth that she try to convey to my Dad. I can understand as a parent, that no body will ever be good enough for your little girl, but she took it above and beyond that. What I can't figure out is that it was just so uncalled for. My Dad adored my Mom. He would do anything for her, all he wanted was for her to be happy. As far as habits of a husband, my Dad always provided for his family, and he certainly was not a spender. He did not drink, curse or smoke. He was well educated. I don't think I can even remember a time where my parents yelled at each other. I mean, I know my kids can't say that. My own husband's first thoughts of my Dad, was that he made him feel like an old friend. However, despite being unjustly snubbed by my Grandmother, he stayed calm about it. Where I think most people in his position, the minute her back was turned would call their mother in law a blankty blank blank. Nope, not my Dad, not in front of me anyway. Dad may have complained she used too much garlic in her cooking, or role his eyes and say to my Mom "Your Mother" or maybe even affectionately referred to her as "sergeant," but of course not to her face. But that's it. That's patience.