So would I. I miss my grandpa now more than ever. The older I get, the more I wish I had his teachings to help me, but all I have is so limited, and faded with time and memories. And my grandma too. I just wish I could have a week with them, to spend with them, and let them know how much they meant to me for the short time I knew them. And to ask the gazillion questions I have.
When I was young, I swore if I had a daughter, she'd bear my grandmother's name. She does. My grandmother was the greatest lady I ever knew, and my grandfather was the bravest man I ever knew.
Something special died with that generation. Although, I hope I never have to be as brave as they were...to be there and face that adversity is to truly know the meaning of sacrifice. Most of us will never know that pain.
So true. Coming out of the great depression and then heading overseas to fight in the wars... that generation was just different.
My grandfather joined the Navy @ 17 right after V-J day, was in Korea, and Vietnam (he fought alongside the Marines on more than one occaison)... Theyre just different.
Grandma raised 4 kids while he was overseas, never complains, nicest people you've ever met (well, Grandpa is most of the time. He was pretty rough when I was younger, 31 years in the Navy and 2 wars will do that to you.)