As I write this I am sitting in my grandmother's living room in Portland, OR. I am here to visit my grandfather, Hank, who is one of the kindest people that I know. My grandpa suffered a stroke a couple of months ago, and he has been suffering from dementia and Alzheimer's
Although he has now lost some of his height and the majority of his agility, in his prime my grandfather was 6' 4''. He still has sparkly blue eyes that light up when he is talking with you. His smile and laugh are contagious. He tells stories extremely well, and would start friendships with anyone. He was in the army during WWII, and I've heard many of his war stories. Some are heartbreaking and others make you laugh till you pee your pants. My grandfather aided his fellow soldiers many times when it would have been easier to leave them behind. He touched people from all walks of life and did so without even thinking twice. He was a civil rights activist, a social justice focused pastor, and a kind father. I will leave you with one of his war stories which is my favorite:
My grandpa fell into the category of what the Germans thought was an "ideal" man, tall, blond, blue eyed. The US army compiled a group of men who fit this description of perfection and created a group of men - tall, blue eyed, and blond. My grandfather was dragged into the crew. They were to march down a street in Germany in order to sort of "stick it" to the Germans who remained. The Ally army officials gave orders to upturn the homes in a civilian apartment building. My grandfather was groupedwith another tall, blond, blue eyed soldier and they went on their way. Although his partner encourage him to rampage the home they were assigned, when my grandfather arrived at the doorstep an elderly couple greeted the two soldiers he told them why they were there but that he would cause them no harm. My grandpa's partner left him in an angry huff. The elderly couple shared a cup of tea with my grandfather while all around them other homes were being upturned. My grandfather's partner finally returned and was joined by an official who arrested and drove my grandfather to a prison. At the prison the guards told my grandfather that they didn't need ANOTHER soldier in prison and that a big fella like him should be a guard. Thus began my grandpa's stint as a prison guard. -_-
Here is me a few days ago:
top - from an LA shop (made by LA ppl)
jeans, belt - thrift
necklace - gift
Well, I hope you are having a good week and that this post finds you well.