My grandpa

A man who never discriminated didn’t care if you were white black rich or poor. A man who just want to make everyone world wide feel the joy that he felt. His cheeks were Rosie and his belly was round. Every time he smiled or laughed you couldn’t help to say “ho ho ho”. 

Everyone knows him as Santa Claus. I know him as grandpa. 

He could play and sing any song you wanted on his bright red guitar anything from “thank God for children” to “black train” to “wagon wheel”. He was an unbelievable performer. If you ever got to hear him play feel blessed. If you got to sing with him feel honored. That red guitar matched everything; overalls, a Santa suit. 

Most people know him as Rock n Roll Randy. I know him as grandpa.

He had a ride or die personality. He loved his bike it gave us all a sense of community if you own a motorcycle or were even thinking of buying one he thought of you as one of his Pals. He also wanted safety for those who rode motorcycles. Being on the back of his motorcycle felt like a safe place. 

Some people know him as the Harley guy. I know him as grandpa.

A man who was wise and shared his wisdom and the gospel with anyone who would listen. He had a kind and strong voice that you couldn’t help but to listen to. He believes in a God who did not punish you for your sins but for gave you. A God who brought you home when it was the right time. I know that God was waiting for him at the gates to heaven with Winnie by his side. 

Other people know him as a man of god. I know him as grandpa. 

A man who at heart was still a child. He loved to play with all of the children but especially his grandchildren. “ The nearest thing to heaven is a child” these lyrics are from a song he sang every Christmas. Every winter there shall be a snowball fight and every summer there shall be a trip to the lake. He was a man who believes every”body” had a swimsuit “body”. He was a proud man. Proud of his children and his grandchildren. When he came to show his support you knew he was there because of his whistle. “There is always room for fun” that’s what he would say when he felt we were working to hard. No one could stop him from doing or saying what he believed. 

Few people know him as dad, uncle, son, or brother I know him as grandpa.