On Saturday we buried my grandfather Robert Soda (Pops). This comes nine months after we buried my other grandfather Warren Wachholz (Grandpa). They both lived into their eighties and died of natural causes. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of them. I doubt a day will go by where I don’t think of them.
With both of them being huge sports fans I can’t help but think how ironic it is that both the Brewers and Bucks are in the midst of having historic seasons. They both had a passion for their teams and they let their emotions known whether good or bad. They were always coaching, trading this player and benching that player.
We enjoyed many games together, both in person and at home. They attended my sporting events throughout my youth. They played sports with me. We all shared a love for good food and made sure we knew where we were having our next meal. It’s clear where my passion for good food came from. The life lessons, mannerisms, jokes, laughs and fun times will forever be remembered.
I was very fortunate to be able to have spent over thirty five years with both my grandfathers. All the memories of our time together feels like just yesterday. But that is what remains, memories from a little child as far back as I can remember up until their deaths. Memories that we created together will live on forever.
Isn’t the ultimate win in life leaving lasting memories with those you leave behind?
A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of being able to sit and talk with pops and my grandma for almost two hours. I will always cherish that last conversation with him. So go visit and tell your loved ones you love them and thank them for the impacts they’ve made on you. Don’t wait! I know I won’t.
Remember this old quote. “The saddest moment is when the person who gave you the best memories, becomes a memory.”
In honor of these two great men, I love you and thank you. RIP Grandpa and Pops.
Eric very well said and you have my condolences. One of the most cherished gifts from my mother who is 89 was a journal in her handwriting describing her childhood. She is alive and well but I know the journal will keep her memory alive many years after. You were blessed to have so many great memories.