Tuesday, April 7, 2009

My Popo...

This is Popo, my grandfather, and one of my first friends...and me at my Christening-

We did everything together...

He taught me about gun safety and how to hunt
"Guns don't kill people, people kill people"

He taught me how to fix things myself...regardless of your skills.You must build a fire when it is cold outside. (lots of kindling is crucial)

He taught me how to drive...in this great old truck.....all over Olmos Park

He made everything a fun for me. He even turned his precious deer blind sideways in order to make a play house, just for me.

Taught me the importance of walking dogs...knew the crowd at my second bday party overwhelmed me-so snuck me away for some private time...in the safest lap I knew....we picked up pecans together- to see who would be captain on the pecan picking team..along with other things the dogs had left behind...

Most importantly, he taught me something about God that I carry with me to this day.
He used to take me to the San Antonio Gun Club....the visit was two fold- one was to spend time with me..the second was to spend time with me.
I brought along my invisible friends...John and Bea. We would sit at a table, among all of his hunting buddies...and have pretend birthday parties-
Clay Pigeons for plate--shells for salt and pepper.

He taught me about doing a good deed each day...and NOT telling anyone about it....I used to think it was to keep it from my parents or grandmother....but the older I got, I realized it was to teach me to be more like Jesus.

"When you do a charitable deed,
do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing" Matthew 6:3He Taught me to slow down...and appreciate the simple things....the quiet times.

"Don't Sweat the Small Stuff kid- 'nuf said."

LOVED this man always did...always will...'nuf said.

Thank you God for my grandfather...who taught me the importance of availability...
and lived the example of Christ- rather than just tell me about it. Thank you for your Son. It is because of His Sacrifice on Good Friday and Victory on Easter, that we will see each other again.

In His Dust,


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

thank you for loving my Popo...and bless him for loving all of us,when he really didn't have to.......