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Their love was on fire, a tribute to my grandparents

Work and business for me has always been something I am passionate about. I mean, I won’t do anything I don’t love for very long. It gets me in trouble sometimes, but you know this, you only live once. One of my goals this year is to be BOLD. This means to be more transparent and share my thoughts with the world more. Business and passion will always be affected by our relationships, by our regular life.

 

This brings us to today. My grandfather who I called “Papa Gene” just passed yesterday. He had a tough year but a great life. It brings me joy to imagine his life and happiness to be able to share his best traits with my sons, as we all do in carrying the legacy of others.

 

Three that I think I can carry on forever:

 

The Handshake: This man would try to rip your hand off everytime you saw him with laughter and hugs to go with it. I think my boys will like that tradition.
The Sweet Tooth: Papa Gene would at any moment have 5 boxes of Klondike bars in his fridge. I can handle that.
The Love:I knew him as my Grandpa who loved my Grandma. They were born on the same day and they were high school sweethearts. And no doubt as an adult I understand it couldn’t have always been easy, but he made loving my grandma and the rest of our family look like a habit of a lifetime of practice. I hope I can too.

 

This photo montage is how I imagine him and my Grandma through time and forever more.
papa1
papa2
papa3
papa4
papa5

 

Even though I have a love/hate relationship with technology, I am grateful for the creative outlet and hope it can touch someone else’s life.
This post if for my family and anyone else who chooses to imagine that Love Is Eternal

 

Thanks,

Scott

2 Responses to Their love was on fire, a tribute to my grandparents

  1. Shannon Gray says:

    I keep thinking about the poem we did for them by Robert Frost. Staying up late to do the frame and all that.
    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iā€”
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

  2. mom says:

    Thank you both. I am so glad you got to know them and that they touched your lives as they molded mine, love you and they did too xoxoxo

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