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This Is My (Grand)Father’s House

Spiritual moments are few and far between for me. Maybe it’s because I’m a skeptic or because I’ve learned to carefully guard my heart. But when something does sneak in, it renders me a liquid puddle of goo. I had such a moment today.

I’ve been living in my grandparents’ house for a little over a year-and-a-half. My daughter and I share living space with a housemate and our combined rent helps to pay for my grandparents’ care. Well, now it helps to pay for my grandmother’s care: my grandfather passed away January 29th. This has been their house for 50+ years, so this was my home-away-from-home. I love living here because every wall, every cabinet, every floorboard is filled with memories. Shortly after moving in I was cleaning the top of the bathroom medicine cabinet and was showered with baby powder; Grandma’s baby powder always coated the counter-tops of the bathroom.

Today I was brought to tears by a mystery smell. I don’t know what it was or why I smelled it today after so long. But it was Grandpa.

I had been changing my clothes and was about to close the closet door when I was almost knocked over by the smell of Grandpa. I couldn’t locate the source, it just hovered inside the closet – so much so that the shirt I’m currently wearing STILL smells like him! I was fixed to the spot I was standing on for a good 5 minutes, just soaking up and enjoying the smell of Grandpa.

I can’t really describe the feeling of warmth and love I got when I smelled Grandpa, but it’s something I will cling to with every fiber of my being. I was truly touched by Grandpa today.

This is my grandfather’s house. I can only hope I can continue to live here for as long as possible so it will ALWAYS be his house.

Grandpa and Em, Easter 2007

Heartbreak – Part 1

My beloved Grandpa, Ken Worden, left us today. It had been a long (to me) battle with Alzheimer’s and a short battle with an infection. I wasn’t ready. He wasn’t supposed to go first. While he had us fooled for a while with the severity of his Alzheimer’s he was never as “bad” as Grandma. I’m not ready.

This beautiful man (seriously, he was a looker!) has been such a positive influence in my life. Things were never awkward between us as I transitioned from child to teen to adult. He wasn’t just my Grandpa, he was everyone’s Grandpa; friends from school and church knew him as Grandpa and knew they could trust him with anything. His laughter, patience and indulgence in childhood wishes are an example of parenthood and grand-parenthood that anyone can look up to.

I need to write to help get my tears flowing – this whole downhill slide has prepared me for this, but it still hurts my heart – but I’m finding I don’t have the sufficient words at the moment to truly express how this man’s life has made such an impression on me and how big the hole is in my heart.

At least not in coherent sentences. But I do have individual words and phrases.



Leverite (Leave ‘er right there)

Just for the halibut

Praline ice cream

Victor Borge

Bus driver




Butt pats

Boysenberry syrup

Body surfing

Nose rings


Rock hound


Green dealer’s visor



Instant coffee

Rainbow trout



Wheel of Fortune




And there was always room for you in his lap in his recliner, no matter how big you were.


I love you Grandpa.


Not the best picture of my Grandpa, but the one I could find really fast and that stuck in my mind.

Grandpa and Em, 2004

Grandpa and Em, Easter 2007

(If any of you have any other words that describe Grandpa, please feel free to share them in comments below.)

Thoughts – November 27, 2011

Today was the first Sunday our new Interim Senior Minister participated and preached in our worship. Part of his sermon included asking the congregation to tell the person sitting next to them a brief story of when they last saw God or an act of God in their life. Now, I’m not one to usually see God in my own life, but today I had no problem identifying one.

My dad’s parents both have Alzheimer’s and as such we had a separate Thanksgiving dinner with them on Friday so they wouldn’t have anxiety from being around people they didn’t know. As usual, the conversation was quite looped, both of them commenting over and over on the new floors my dad just finished installing and asking if they’d ever been to my parents’ house before. But my God moment came as we finally sat around the dinner table.

Grandpa prayed.

Grandpa said the same type of prayer he always said at any holiday dinner: heartfelt, thankful and proper (thee and thy).

For one short prayer, God brought my grandpa back.

And that is what I am thankful for this year.