Erik and his Grandpa
Erik and I took our honeymoon over our one year anniversary. On the way to the airport (before flying out for New York City for five days and a nine day cruise around the Caribbean), we spent two days hanging out with Erik's grandpa. It was a highlight of our trip and such a great visit as we got to know Erik's grandpa in a whole new light. It was fun for him to show us his town - his favorite place to bring us was the old car museum. He LOVED that place. It was also fun for him to show us pictures from his past. We learned a lot of his family history that week...
As I stood in the hot steamy shower this morning, my thoughts replayed those few special days with Grandpa Fritz, and all the other memories I have of him, like how he called the bathroom, the "can," and his walker, his "Cadillac," or sometimes when he'd smile, it would be so big that his eyes would squint almost shut. He was a Walmart greeter. He spoke German well (although this faded as he got older). He got his GED at an old age and was determined to go to college in his 80's to be a "detective." He was a man of God - just because he couldn't hardly walk or hear, that didn't keep him from going to church every Sunday morning. He was a quiet man and although sometimes it would seem as if he wasn't following the conversation, he'd always surprise me at just how sharp and "in tune" he was.
This morning something was different just knowing that he was actually gone.
We will forever remember Grandpa Fritz and will miss him always.
Us with Grandpa Fritz at his 90th birthday party.
Skogen is the only great-grandchild (so far) to carry on the Scharrer name! I am now kicking myself that I never got a picture of Fritz, Mike (Erik's dad), Erik, and Skogen. What a great picture that would have been...
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