Tuesday, March 12, 2024
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My grandpa passed yesterday peacefully at home, at the age of 97, although he would then follow that up by stating he is going on 98. All the things he has lived through, witnessed, experienced in almost a full century is jaw dropping. He was extremely engaged in my life and my families, by never missing a Union Redhawk football game on TV or via the radio. He got to experience one of Victoria's golf tournaments last season, as well as attend many of her school functions and awards ceremonies. He was the grandpa that would pull you into a tight hug, tell you how proud he was of you, and loving his grandchildren and great granddaughter abundantly. Sunday dinners after church, birthday gatherings, cards for Christmas and Birthdays with a special treat inside, he always made family feel special. He was a WWII veteran and was extremely proud of that (I mean imagine sitting around the TV when he was 18 years old and getting your number called). A good ole farm boy growing up, he had to grow up fast, when he was drafted. He was a lifelong geometry teacher, teaching most of his own kids their first word which was the pythagorean theorem. He was an avid runner, competing in countless Tulsa races around town. He was an excellent wood worker, and started a tradition of making Santa Clause hands every year that showed the growth YOY of how his grankids were getting bigger. He was a fighter, the Patriarch of the family, he was our legend. Let's face, there are heroes and then there's legends. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. We love you GPGP!! Now give my dad a big ole hug up there in heaven for me!!