S: Grandpa Matters
BC: My families loss has inspired me to write a story based on my feelings, emotions, and shared tears when my great grandpa passed away. He was an inspirational man with a huge dedicated heart. He lived through emotional, deadly, ( as in world war II) and lots of exciting moments throughout his life. - Miranda Hopkins
FC: Grandpa Matters
1: Grandpa Matters written by; Miranda Hopkins dedicated to my family; inspired by our loss 11-22-09
2: My heart had shattered in 2008. Sometime early on a warm summer day. I was in the middle of my ballet class when I saw my dad watching from the window. I smiled and waved at him, but I could tell there was something wrong from the way he had smiled back. I rushed over to him. With the wind blowing across my face, I started skimming through things in my head that my dad would be upset about. The best idea my brain could come up with was that he had a rough day at work. Then I realized he wasn't wearing his work clothes; he was wearing a pair of beat up jeans and a blackish looking shirt. He wouldn't even look up at me; instead, he was looking down the entire time.
4: Once I was there, I looked into his eyes, grasped his hand, and asked,"What is the matter dad?" "Well," he started to say. "I just got some bad news." "Like.....," I trailed off, remembering my great grandpa was in the hospital. I stood frozen with anxiety knowing the truth was emerging. "Dear, I am so sorry but your grandpa has just now passed away," he said quietly. Tears were streaming down my face like my eyes were the never ending water supply of a fountain that had just burst. "I'm sorry honey," he exclaimed. After that, Lexi one of my closest friends ran up to me.
5: "What is the matter Miranda," she asked. There was a moment of silence as she realized what was happening. "Oh!" she said quickly. "I am so sorry you guys." Then she gave my dad and I a quick hug. "Come on Miranda the family needs us at the hospital," my dad exclaimed. "Ok" I answered.Then, I quickly dried my tears threw some shorts on over my leotard, and my tennis shoes over my tights.
6: Once we were at the hospital, we saw the entire family was there, and they all had tear streaks on their faces.As soon as I saw my mom, I ran up to her and gave her a hug, for I could feel what she was feeling.Later, my brother had asked if we could go and see his body.She advised us not to and explained her reasoning behind it, which was that we should remember him how he was when he was alive.My dear friend;the kind ,warm, wrinkly old engineer with a constant sparkle in his eye. On the car ride to lunch I felt tears on my cheeks as i remember the last time i spent with him, which was on an early January morning.We had finally gotten together to celebrate Christmas and my birthday. I knew my brother and I were in for a wild ride.
7: My great grandparents couldn't afford to go out and buy gifts, so they would just wrap whatever they had.That morning as I walked through the narrow brown door frame.I saw the wrinkly old man in his special blue chair. I raced up to him and gave him a big hug. "Hi grandpa," I told him. "Hello sweetie," he said back.Once it was present time, we all gathered. I picked up my last present, and ripped the rough red paper off. Remember how I said they couldn't afford to buy things, well in that present were coasters. To this day, I still use the coasters!
8: In an instant my flashback ended with a touch of warm smooth skin. My mom, she had reached over and we gave each other a hug. "I'm not really losing him, I just won't physically see him anymore, but otherwise he is always with me," I whispered to myself, and have never cried about missing him more then two times this past year.
12: The inspirational man on Christmas.
15: Him and his wife on there 60th anniversary. With their grandkids and great grandkids.
17: He fought in World War II when he was about 18 - 20 years old. He served in the Navy on the USS Lexington.
18: The four generations of Richard Paul Fridge has been passed on from the senior, the junior, the third, to the fourth.
20: Richard Paul Fridge Sr. 1921 - 2008
21: In Loving Memory