Friday, September 20, 2013

My Grandpa Rogers

My grandpa passed away on Sunday.  Him and my grandma were/are the biggest influences on our family and by family I mean my immediate family and my cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.  Of course, there is the fact that none of us would be here with out them... but its more than that.    My sister dressed up as my grandpa for Halloween once.  My grandpa would go to the "fathers and sons" camping outing as much as he could.  He went to all the sports events- as long as he wasn't in the hospital.  He was a legend, legacy, and patriarch that touched his children, their children (me), and their children's (my) children.  I grew up looking up to this man and didn't realize until later in life that not everyone has that.  I feel blessed to have known him.  Now, I don't mean to improperly describe him here.  He was probably the most inappropriate and loudest piece of country you'd ever come across.  Over the past little bit, he had some pretty low times and we thought we'd lose him.  I firmly believe that was him messing with the family.  That's just his personality.  Hey, look guys, get sad because I'm gonna die.  Oh wait, a week later I'm back to walking around and yelling at referees.  It's just how he was... He loved it.  And I loved him for it.  

During one of the "low" times I wrote down some of my favorite memories of him.  I want to share them here.  ***There will be swearing.  Grandpa wouldn't have it any other way.

-I told my Grandpa I was dating Morgan.  He asked to see a picture.  He looked and the only thing he said was, "Oh shit"

-Per tradition, he brought a shotgun to our wedding, and told Morgan he'd better take care of me or he'd hunt him down

-He was always singing, "She's got a freckle on her butt, she's pretty.  I watched her ass she turned the corner."

-He'd often say, "you look like you've been drinking muddy water" Never quite sure what that actually meant

-He was always yelling at sports games.  Even if he couldn't see a damn thing he'd be yelling "Clabberhead, get your eyes checked!"

-Once he heard Morgan's last name- Pope- he's only referred to him as 'Ol Poke.

-During my games, when it was quiet, he'd yell, "Sadi my lady!"

-Most everyday, him and my grandma would pick me up from half day kindergarten and we'd go straight to Taco Bell.  I'd get 2 double deckers and pinto and cheese

-I once was complaining about how hard volleyball practice was, he simply said, "Why don't you come suck my titty little baby."  I was scarred for life and learned to not complain around him ever again.  

-I wasn't present for this, but one time, he accidentally threw his keys in the dumpster and went in after them- he was like 80 years old and it was blazing hot in Arizona.  He got stuck.  Bahaha.  Every time I think about it I start laughing so hard.

-He'd always tell us about how a long time ago, when Arizona was mostly under water, him and Buffalo Bill Cody rowed around in a boat and painted the tops of the mountains- that's why you see all the cool layered colors on the mountains.

Oh man, I can think of a million more stories about him.  

He was the richest man I ever knew.  No, not rich in money.  He has 5 children, 30 grandchildren, and 44 great-grandchildren.  Every single one of us knew that man.  He supported us, told us dirty jokes, and loved us better than any other dad, grandpa, and great grandpa ever could.  

I miss you.  Thank you for raising our family with God's influence.  You're faith and love has guided so many to love God.  And thank you for teaching us that we'll all be together again.

Oh, and I must spread the message he told everyone.  

DON'T TAKE ANY WOODEN NICKELS!

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