Early this morning, my grandpa LaVere A. Campbell (Bud) left this life for a better one. My mom and I wondered aloud about how the reunion went with my grandma (my mom's parents). We could hear grandma's unique voice welcoming him home. And possibly asking why it took him so long to come be with her. We smiled at that and know the meeting was a happy one. They have waited nearly 10 years to be together. They are both whole and healthy. What a special moment that must have been. (oh, and I stole the above pictures. Mine are buried somewhere. So thanks to Neil and Cami for your photos you didn't know I stole)
He was a very remarkable man. As long as I can remember, he was usually tinkering with something. He was fixing cars, building something, fixing something, playing with the grand kids, helping grandma around the house, creating art out of wood. I remember his collection of VHS tapes. Yankee Workshop I think it was. He would record hours of video and then learn to make some of the most beautiful pieces. I have several shelves hanging in my house that he made. My mom has some of his pieces in her house. I know my brothers helped him build things and use some of the many tools he had down in his shop. What a special thing to have to remember him by.
I remember the summers spent with him and my grandma. And the school breaks. We would go stay with them for a few days while mom and dad got a break. There was the annual South Fork river tubing trip. We looked forward to that so much. It was the highlight of our summer. He would spend hours getting the rubber tire tubes ready for us to take them down the river. He would spend hours finding the holes and patching them. He would drive us up to the drop off and come pick us up from the bottom of the river. He would even get in the river and play with us.
I remember his riding lawn mowers. We didn't have a riding mower at home, so this was extra fun for us. Occasionally we would actually mow the lawn, but most of the time we just drove them all over the hug yard. We would climb the apricot trees in his back yard. Swing on the huge swing he created back there. Pick raspberries from the many bushes that grew on their property. (those were mainly grandma's I think, but he kept them up and I always associate raspberries with their home)
I also remember him reading. When he needed some down time, he would sit in his chair, try to find his reading glasses (he had probably 20 pair around the house, and sometimes he couldn't find any of them. I smile at that thought) But he would sit and read books. Sometimes very large books. He seemed to always want to learn. But I know he enjoyed relaxing when he could.
I remember his smile. His sense of humor. I remember that he had a drawer in the kitchen where he hid his treats... he had diabetes, so he wasn't supposed to have sugar, but I know he had his stash. I'm sure a lot was sugar free, but I know some also was not. And I remember grandma getting after him for it. :) I remember he had a big barrel chest and we would try to hit him in the gut as hard as we could. We usually ended up hurt. :) I remember the Atari and the old computer with the huge floppy disks and the pool table in the basement. He let us have free reign and made sure they all worked.
I also vividly remember the time I was sitting at the top of his driveway in North Ogden, right on the neighbors yard line to the south. I was probably 7-8. He told me to come inside and I refused to. He nicely told me to come in again. Of course I was stubborn and said no. I remember he did get really angry, but that was always a rare sight. He would lose his temper like anyone, but I don't remember any other time when he was super angry. He was always loving and giving of his time.
It's always hard to lose a loved one. But it's also a part of life. Growing older is inevitable and sometimes it's hard to watch. I did not watch first hand as my grandpa Bud grew older. I did not watch first hand his daily struggles. I did not watch first hand as my dear cousin took him into her home and cared for him, till the very end. It takes a very special person to do what she and her family did. I know I wouldn't have been able to do it. I know he passed away happy. I know he was comfortable. I know he was loved by so many. I knew this because of the stories I heard and the pictures I saw.
She was able to experience a grandpa I really didn't know because of his old age and health issues. Just like she wasn't able to experience much of the grandpa I knew because she lived far away when we were young. But what wonderful experiences we both have to remember. We will both have tender memories to think of often. Nothing will take away those memories. Nothing will ever replace him in our hearts. I look forward to the day when I can see him again, and my grandma again, and sit and talk to them and remember the 'old days.' Maybe I missed a chance to talk with him these last few years while he was still alive, even though he was not the same man I knew. Do I regret it? I think I will for awhile, but at the same time, I know he wasn't the grandpa I knew and I also know I lived very far away from him and it wasn't feasible to get out there. I'm writing this mainly for myself. Time went so fast and before I knew it, it was gone. I think people get so caught up in their lives that they have tunnel vision and don't think about what is outside their own lives. I know this is what happened. I really shouldn't look back because you can't change the past. So I will look forward to the day when I can hug him again and tell him in person how much I really do love him. I look forward to heading north in the very near future to spend time with my family and celebrate his life.
Heaven welcomed home a truly remarkable angel today. I know grandma welcomed him with open arms and I know he must have been so happy to see her again. As I sit here with tears streaming down my face, I know they are a mixture of happy and sad tears. I'm usually emotional anyway... I think I'm going to be emotional enough for all my siblings. And I better stop writing my novel. As I sat here, the memories just kept coming and I want to make sure I have this written down. I want my kids to read this later and get to see a small portion of the man I knew and loved. I love you grandpa, Bud. You are missed, but we will meet again.