I'm going to take a moment to fill you in on how my brain works. Here's a quick hint: It's weird and probably doesn't make sense. As I was driving to go and pick up some light snacks for after dinner this evening, I had a fleeting thought that reminded me of something I'd read this morning online. In that same thought, I also thought briefly about a message that I overheard during church today, while shooting some photos in the children's ministry. These thoughts? First, that it was National Grandparents Day. Second, that if you've got something great, it's worth sharing with your friends and those who you love. So, as I was driving to get ice cream, I thought to myself... "I should get Ice Cream for my Grandparents and invite them over for dinner/dessert, since this ice cream is too good to not share with them." Literally all the thoughts I'd had in my head converged into one and before I knew it, my plan of getting dessert had turned into creating a dinner party and inviting my two oldest relatives over to share in the festivities.
I drove to Dairy Queen, followed by a quick stop to their house, explaining briefly that I had 5 Blizzards in the car and that I couldn't stay for long or else they'd melt. But, that 2 of them were for them and that I was going to insist they at least come up to our house for dessert, (since I couldn't eat 2 extra Blizzards by myself) and at the most, they should join us for dinner as well. They took me up on the offer, joining Mimi, Christian and myself for Sunday Evening dinner followed by the DQ I'd put in the freezer.
Pictured above is my Grandpa, easily the kindest man any of you would ever meet. I'm pretty fortunate to have both my Grandparents still in my life, but for a moment, I want to gush on how important my Grandpa has been throughout my 34 years of existence. When I told him I wanted to take his photo in the garage studio I'd set up, he said "Well I should have worn my suit", but in all honesty, his shirt is the epitome of Mr. Chuck Millard. A lifelong WSU Cougar fan, he doesn't bleed red blood, but in fact, Crimson. His hips might not get him from place to place as quickly as they once did, but for years, he was an exceptional Track athlete and coach, earning himself a place in the Washington State Coaches Hall of Fame. Local West Valley (Yakima) alumni might even notice his name adorned on signs around the school track, due to his years of coaching for the school. His encouragement over the years has influenced me greatly and for all of the things I've done that could have caused anyone to lose faith in me, he and my Grandma have always been ardent supporters of mine.
Although his legs aren't as agile as they used to be, his brain is as sharp as a tack. I've got memories as far back as I can fathom, of us sitting on the couch at their old house, TV stands in front of us, eating dinner, while Jeopardy played on the TV nightly. If he ever were to have been a contestant, he may never have lost. Years of teaching served him well, as he is a wealth of knowledge, long before Google became our default method of solving a puzzle. While my brain might operate in a hard to understand method, his is methodical and calculated, well thought and better stated.
#UntilWeMeetAgain Project. Day 9.