I just wanted to take a minute or two to tell you about him. Not all the vast details of his life, the orphanage, the service in the Army, Navy, or US Postal Service. The homemade dandelion wine, the funny jokes, playing double solitaire, and the debates and discussions over spiritual matters sitting at the dining table. Him teaching my sister and I to roller skate, shooting off fireworks on the 4th of July, hours of preparation and Bible studies he's taught, toys he's bought us and toys all his kids and grand kids have bought for him. I could keep going but instead,
I want to tell you what I know about him:
He is deeply passionate about God and his family.
He worked hard to take care of them.
He prays daily for all of us, he has for decades.
His presence has been taken for granted,
Ignored, and even resented at times.
He loves anyway, all the time.
He can be funny, grumpy, silly, careful, adventurous, and challenging.
Grandma knows, just ask her!
He kisses Grandma when he buckles her seatbelt for her.
He holds my hand when we take a walk.
He is on his way to Heaven.
Only God knows the day and the hour.
Until then, I am going to appreciate the blessing of his presence here, as much as I can.
I am proud to call Ernie Klue my Grandpa.
|Grandpa Klue (Papa Ernie to the great grand kids) and his youngest great grandson Olin.|