Grandpa is the spryest 92-year-old I've ever met. He still drives. And when riding in the car with him, I only fear for my life or the life of another person maybe twice.
This grandfather of mine is very loving and a devoted servant of Heavenly Father.
Here are some of his pearls of wisdom:
"Treat people better than you want to be treated."
"Leave a place better than it was when you came." This is true for lots of things. Whether it's the home of a friend, the house of the Lord, or the gas station.
"All that matters in this life is to help other people."
And he's fiesty.
skim milk: "That's colored water. We used to feed that stuff to the hogs."
his favorite sports team: "Don't have to watch the crappy Suns tonight."
being the best home teacher: "Never made me no money."
his wedding to Grandma: (After I jokingly asked if her dad had a shot gun) "Shot gun? No. He had a rifle."
And the best one, which happened last night:
The Man... er.... passed gas. I heard it. He thought Grandpa heard it. To gloss it over, hubby blamed it on "barking spiders."
Grandpa asked what barking spiders were.
I thought all men knew.
The Man had to explain it.