Grandfather whom I had the utmost respect for and think about everyday. He suffered and held on as my grandmother was fading. He was with her until the end out of sheer will. We were with him at the end. Herman the fucking German.
A mans man. A rock. A leader. Loved and respected by everyone worth a damn. Speaking at his funeral, I’d never felt such a loss. I also felt like I couldn’t say enough and was afraid to stop talking. I reference photos and memories of my grandfather for strength when I know I’m not living up to the name he gave me. I’ve never and will never respect anyone more in my entire life.
I had a grandpa like that. He started working on a dairy farm at age 11. Guy was a real man . At age 78 he was mixing concrete in his back yard , wheelbarrowing it down a ramp.he rigged up down to the cellar , and reinforcing the brick foundation , that he framed up to pour the concrete.
It's sad so many don't have men in their lives like that to have as an example
You and I were truly blessed to have that.
My Grandpa was just a cool ass guy. He worked smart, partied, was loyal to my grandma until she passed. He showed me how to shoot a gun, drive his old ass ATVs, and to be wary of 3rd world drug dealers always with a cup of Dewers on Ice. Respect to Pepaw and all our based grandpa's.
RIP Pepaw . Sounds like a great guy , and real man.
Definitely
I had an uncle like that.
RIP to your Old Man's Old Man. Make him proud.
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