Solid hugs, simple life, and even greater advice.
To know the love of a grandparent I realize now at the age of 30 something is a rare and great honor. Although September 13th is deemed the designated day to celebrate the love and respect we hold for our grandparents, I believe it is an even greater reward to realize the magnitude of a special relationship with those we label as “Grandparent.”
A holey pair of jeans, a button-up shirt with two pockets for his pens, finished off with a dirty pair of boots. These are just a few ways to describe the outward appearance of my grandpa, better known as “Nandy.” The inside though is the meat that describes all the goodness, grace, and love that a grandparent brings to your life. Most of my life he was known as a farmer. A farmer is selfless, humble, disciplined, wise beyond recognition, and can be identified by some as a seed planter. My Nandy, John A. Eubanks was the definition of a seed planter. Not just literally, but also spiritually. I had the great pleasure of knowing one of the greatest unknown men for thirty-four years of my life and even greater pleasure of being able to call him my grandpa.
A grandparent’s love is best described as a deep, genuine, selfless, and a nonjudgmental kind of love. Refreshing to the soul, calmness in the panics of storms this life brings, and stillness within the daily chaos. The ones who are silent, but speak when needed. Giving, but not looking for it to be broadcast. Loving, without the expectation of anything in return. Grace, when it does not make sense. An ear, when you feel like no one else may listen. Advice, that is true, but not always what we may want to hear. The steady, unwavering, love in the moments when you need it the most.
I had many conversations with my grandpa in which I was seeking advice. One of my fondest memories was just before he passed. He sat daily in the barn just outside of my parent’s house where I know without a shadow of a doubt a lot of memories were shared by people outside of my immediate family. That is the thing with your grandparents, isn’t it? They have love to give for all who come. We were sitting there, and I was sharing my worries, fears, anxieties, and frustrations with things pertaining to my oldest child who has a Rare Metabolic Disorder known as Phenylketonuria (PKU). He took my hand, placed his on top of mine, and said “Nicole, no matter what you need. Your grandpa will always be here.”
To know that kind of loyalty I realize now isn’t something that everyone comes to know in this life when it comes to family. If you are blessed to know this kind of love, and call someone your very own grandparent, or even, “Nandy” whether they are here physically or spiritually on this day they are and will always be there. Cherish the moments, be still in them. Hold tight to the advice that they so freely give you, and celebrate them not just on designated days but in the moments where you realize their one of a kind love is something to not only be received, but it is something to be given.
If you hold the title of a grandparent, not just today, but in the days to come be reminded that you are something to be not only honored and celebrated but cherished.
You are rare air, and we are so very grateful to know that no matter what, you “will always be here.”