Every family has a storyteller.
In my husband’s family.. that person was Grandpa Bennett.
Stories being told of Uncle Loren and Uncle Erwin… two souls that I never met… But the memories would bring out a fond chuckle from Grandpa..
… and a smile from my husband.
Some of my favorite stories were ones he told of my sweet mother-in-law.
How .. as a child… she had prayed for each chicken before he “harvested” them. He would shake his head at the memory.. and joke that they never raised chickens after that.
But more than the stories he told … I loved to see the happiness in his expression.
The joy that shone from his face…
… it took your breath away.
Grandpa Bennett turned 98 this last March.
98 years on this earth.
Can you imagine the changes he witnessed in this world from 1922 .. until 2020? It is no wonder he had so many stories to tell.
Not all of it was good… it couldn’t have been..
… yet every story I remember him telling? He would tell with a happy chuckle.
…and every person he talked to? He greeted with a smile.
This week, Grandpa Bennett lost the fight with his weak heart… and he went to be with His Lord.
He will be missed by so many.
…by so many…
The next time our family can gather..?
He won’t be sitting at the kitchen table.. He won’t greet everyone by name as we arrive..
… but he will be there.
He will be there in our hearts. Alive in the stories he told us of his childhood… and beyond…
And he will be there alive in his children and all of his grandchildren.
Because the love that Grandpa gave freely grows in his loved ones still.
And when we listen carefully?
We can still hear that joyful laugh!
Thank you Grandpa Bennett for sharing your stories with us…
… and your joy ….
.. and thank you for raising such an amazing daughter.. so that I could have an amazing second mom.
May we all follow in your footsteps…