My grandpa, mom’s dad, passed away earlier this week. I’m heading to Ohio for his funeral. He was a great man. Among other things, he served in the Army in World War II and received a Purple Heart after being wounded in action. He was also a very accomplished musician. He played french horn in Ray Anthony’s orchestra back in the big band days.
A lot of who I am comes from both my mom’s and dad’s upbringing, but there’s no question that my demeanor and the way I’m wired are very similar to my grandpa. I’m going to miss him, but he certainly lived a life worth celebrating.
I don’t know what he was writing on this day, but it’s a good reminder to me that I have to be very intentional about how I live my life. Whether we recognize it or not, we are writing our legacy every moment of every day.