Grandpa, tell me bout the good old days

Its been a heartbreaking weekend.  A great man, a hero, an idol has left this earth.  Leaving behind heartbreak and sorrow to all those he knew.  We love you John P Lumsden, 2-25-20 to 10-23-10

I can remember riding in the car with my mother, listening to “Grandpa, tell me bout the good old days” on our way to visit her parents.  When we’d get there, we’d open up the heavy door, walk up the cellar stairs, past all the items my grandparents stored in the basement, and find my Nana sitting at the table sipping a cup of tea, and my Grandpa would be in at his computer.  God love that computer room of his.  There was so much stuff in there! But it was all his, and he loved it, and could tell you right where something was if you needed it.  In the formal dining room was a bowl of mints, and butterscotch candies.  And in the living room next to my Nana’s rocking chair was all her cross stitch items.  You could go out on the front porch and find some toys, or upstairs to the bedrooms.  The downstairs bathroom had a row of mirrors going around it, making the room look bigger than it was, and upstairs there was a bedroom behind a bedroom.  The house had so much, and was so amazing.  I always loved my trips there.  Mom and Nana would sit at the kitchen table talking, and I’d usually go sit at the computer with Grandpa, where’d he load up one program or another for me and let me play.  So simple, but so great at the same time. 

There is great heartache for me right now, but also great peace knowing he lived a full life.  Grace so loved him, absolutely adored him and I’m so glad see was able to know him this past year and love him like I do. 

He was a firefighter, an EMT, a teacher, a husband, a father, a grandfather and a great grandfather.  He was strong, and amazingly brilliant, and so handsome.  The world lost a great man when he left, but he’s rejoined his wife and those who went on before him.  But still, for now, there is great heartache and sorrow. 

Be well…