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Wow ShaniFaye that is a great story.
I lost my grandfather on my dad's side about 5 years ago. He taught me more about life than anyone in my life has. He also taught me how to live. My grandmother says I remind her of him in so many ways, and that it is the best compliment I could ever hope for.
Just as an example, he bought me my first pocketknife (I was probably about 10 or 11)and showed me how to sharpen it. Then he showed me how to test the sharpness by running your thumb across the blade, and to never run your thumb down the blade.
Well (of course) as soon as I was alone, I ran my thumb down the blade and cut it wide open. I went to him and he didn't yell or get upset, he just said " I knew you'd have to try it, but someday you'll learn that all of these years have taught me a few things" and he pulled a Band-Aid out of his pocket.
That was one of my favorite memories of him, and after he died my Grandma came to me and said "Grandpa wanted you to have this, of all of his things" and handed me the old Purina Feeds pocketknife that he always carried with him. The blades on this knife have been sharpened so many times that they are probably half their original size. Somehow I think he knew that that moment when I came to him with my cut thumb was a turning point for me in how I viewed the world.
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