Grandpa Wonacott

My Grandpa Wonacott died last night. We just moved up here to Middleton on Sunday night and then Monday night my mom called and said I had better get to the hospital in Nampa because they just took Grandpa there. I didn't make it in time but from what I heard about how he died I'm very glad I didn't. I'm sad, but at the same time I'm very glad he isn't still going through what he was yesterday. When I think of Grandpa I think of tobacco pipes, tattoos and coffee. I can't walk past the coffee isle in the store without thinking about him. I used to love waking up in the morning to the smell of coffee brewing. I don't drink it myself but it's one of my favorite smells thanks to him. I'm having a hard time being very sad about all this. I keep picturing him wherever he is with my Grandma who died 17 years ago. The most fun part of this is thinking about him walking! Or running just because he can. He's been paralyzed since he was 36 years old so he's got to be loving that. I'm also grateful that he was able to meet Lily before he died. Here is a picture of him with Lauren when she was a baby. He has long sleeves on so you can't see all his tattoos. I'm kind of sad about that and wish I'd taken a picture of them. I used to love looking at all the different tattoos all over him. I hate tattoos, I think they are ugly and only get worse as you get older, but for some reason they fit my Grandpa. He got all of them when he was active during World War 2. I'm going to miss him. He taught me important thing like how to get a wheel chair into a wheelie (is that how you spell that???) and go all around the house without falling. I got so good I could keep it up all the way down the handicap ramp without biffing it. And he taught me how to chase down chickens. That was always fun. I always respected him because even though he was stuck in a chair, he was always doing something. He made the best apricot jelly! He was always making wood things and he had a green thumb! The man could make anything grow. I don't know how my mom came from him; she can kill a cactus within a month. I'll always remember Grandpa's trailer. He and Grandma were dirt poor thanks to his accident and already having 7 children. A kid, a set of twins, a kid, a set of twins, and a kid. I honestly don't know how they got through it. Anyway, because of their situation, they lived in a trailer as long as I can remember, and all around the trailer were growing things. They had beautiful flowers and vines and bushes growing everywhere possible and I loved it. He was my last living Grandpa so now I only have Grandma's, three of them actually. Brett's grandpa's both past away when he was on his mission so I never got to meet them. But we've still got Grandma Ross, Grandma Theiman, and Grandma Pendleton. Wow, my blog has been depressing lately. First Bum, now Grandpa. What's next?