This morning around 8 am, my grandfather passed away at home surrounded by his family...
On the one hand, we have been expecting this and it is welcome news as he has been battling cancer and desperately missing my dear grandmother who passed earlier this year.
...but I can't help but feeling like we have reached the end of a great legacy.
Everywhere I go I hear things like -
"You are a Bahr aren't you?"
"I love your grandparents, Eileen was the kindest women I've ever met, and Henry one of the greatest men"
You see, I could go on and on about all of my memories of sitting in my grandparents kitchen as my "Ammaw" made home made bread and her amazing pancakes that she made in the shape of characters that I would have to guess before I could eat it - or all of the times that I rode on grandpa Henry's lap as he let me steer his tractor...
But one thing that has become crystal clear to me is that my grandparents touched SO many more lives than just my own.
I can't go anywhere here without hearing a story of my grandparents from someone and how they influenced them in some way.
I'm happy that they aren't suffering any longer...
And I'm happy that they are together once again...
But I'm sad. So incredibly sad because we have reached the end of a beautiful 90 year era... And I know that their legacy is in the lives they have touched.
But there is nothing that can replace them...
You have influenced my life in more ways than I can even possibly know of. Your integrity, wisdom, and work ethic has shaped me in to the man that I am today. Thank you. Thank you for everything.
You are the kindest woman I have ever known. Your love and compassion to the world you have left behind has meant so much to so many people.
Even though you are gone... I will do my best to honor both of you with my life and keep your legacy going.
I love you.
I miss you.
But most of all...
Your favorite grandson. :P