My dearest grandpa...

my dearest grandpa,
as you were getting sick, memories came to me. and when you passed, even more memories came to me. remember the times i used to sit on your lap as you would mow the lawn? or the times i would walk with you to your mailbox to get your mail? the times you'd call at 6 a.m. to see if me and my older brother would go fencing with you? the times you let me drive your truck with your help? the times i'd help you irrigate? or help you gather the eggs from the chicken coupe? the times you and grandma would come over for sunday dinners? the times i'd watch out my window waiting for you to pick me up to help you feed the cows? wagon rides? sleigh rides? the times me and you would sit on your patio just enjoying the fresh summer air? the times i came over to eat a bowl of ice cream with peaches on top with you at your table? the times i'd sit in your barn with you makin knot heads and carving things into horns? the times you'd tease me about my hair color? or the times you'd tease me while jumping on your tramp? the time you made me ride bareback? the times i'd hold your hand because im scared to walk past bulls? the times you'd let me sit on the back of the 4 wheeler while you drove (a grand 5 mph ;) )? the times you drove me home from church? the day of my graduation? my wedding? the times i'd come visit you in the hospital? the traditional rootbeer floats? the stories you'd tell every christmas eve? the times you'd come over every christmas day to see what we all got? i have SO many memories and this list could go on forever. i remember one specific time and it has stuck with me forever. here's the story.

me and my cousins were playing in my grandpas basement and were looking at his arrowheads and playin around with them. we were takin them out of the case they sat in and as i was looking at one, i accidently dropped it and it broke. so i picked up the pieces and put it back in the case and put the pieces together so it looked half decent. i didnt know what to do. i didnt tell me grandpa what had happened because i was scared i would get in trouble. anyways, a few days pass and my grandpa walks over to my house. he pulls me aside and gently asks if i was playing with his arrowheads and if i had broken one of them. i sat there and deep down i panicked. i said that it was my cousin trent who broke it and that i didnt touch them. so he goes over to my cousins house and asks trent if he broke it. and trent said no and that it was me who broke it. so grandpa came back over to my house and asked me again if i had broken his arrowhead. i remember looking straight into his deep blue eyes and could feel the guilt building. i simply lost it and broke down in tears. i told him what had happened and that it was an accident and that i was very sorry. grandpa pulled me close and gave me a gentle hug. he said that it was ok and that he wasnt mad. days passed and i was in my room going through some things and found an arrowhead that my grandpa had helped me make a while back. so i took the arrowhead and walked over to my grandpas barn where he was painting. i told him i was sorry and tried to give him my arrowhead so he could replace the broken one. my grandpa grins and says for me to keep it and gives me another hug. thats the story. he taught me how its wrong to lie and from that point on i have been one that cannot get away with lieing. i feel too guilty. and every time i try that experience pops into my head. and for my i simply cannot get away with it. im a horrible lier.

grandpa, you taught me so much in life, and i looked up to you often. know that your funeral was filled full and  that it was such a nice ceremony. i felt your spirit there. the weather was beautiful. sunny, and warm, you could hear the canels running and the birds chirping. you will truely be missed. i love you so much! R.I.P grandpa!

warning-picture overload! and some are out of order...

he raised an awesome family.

his museum for a basement.

a warm hearted grandpa

an artist

toughest man i know!!

he was so in love with his sweetheart

a true cowboy

so in love!

all of the luthy family besides, 3 (i think)

wagon rides

christmas eve and grandpa's stories!

giving the flag to my grandma

taking him out of the Hurst and putting him on his wagon.

my dearest grandma

and this is where i lost it. many tears were shed. the music was beautiful.

there were SOOOOOO many flowers. 

one last wagon ride for my grandpa! he's getting taken to his grave

i sure miss him

an awesome tribute to my grandpa

my wedding

here's a few things my grandpa has made for me. he carved this horse...

made that arrowhead and drew those pics.

i love how he spelt things. haha granpaw? granmaw?

i couldnt fit them all in there but these are pics he drew.

there are so many more pictures but a lot are on my parent computer. what an awesome man he was. he will truely be missed. he was a great father, grandfather, great grandfather, uncle, and friend. i love you grandpa!