Grampa Del

I love my Dad. He raised my brother and I as a single parent. He would admit to making a fair amount of mistakes but when I became a parent and realized the true enormity of the job I was stunned to realize he did it, at 19-with no help, no money, no experience. He was (and is) a workaholic who is addicted to adrenaline-passionate, eccentric, brilliant and visionary. This type of personality means a life of extreme highs and lows-millions made one day, bankruptcy the next and yet neither one changes his essential, unique character. When we get the spontaneous call “make up the sofa, I’ll be there in 2 hours!” I am always happy for another rare opportunity for my children to get to know their maternal grandfather a little better. When he was in our kitchen and the greeting hugs had gone around Caleb had to ask him about the blue-black shiner circling one eye (passionate people often pay for that emotion, you know) and my Dad just gave a sideways grin and answered:
“Your Grandpa doesn’t always play well with others.”

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About sparrowjourney

Christian homeschooling mom to three boys, married to my best friend, John, for over 20 years. I love gardening without gloves, learning history with my kids, cooking with lots of butter, serving others, great books, rich coffee, studying the Bible, camping outdoors, scrapbooking, vintage home decor, the smell of rain and cut grass, authentic people, poetry, laughing until your sides hurt, and babies. oh and black licorice is pretty awesome.
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