Repost in honor of MDW. Written March of 2020 about my grandfather, Skip Handorf.
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How often do we experience things for the first time? Furthermore, how often is that “first time” the result of a different intention?
That happened to me recently at my Poppy Skip’s grave. A place I hadn’t visited since a chilly January morning in 2006. The day we laid him to rest.
My grandfather was a passionate man. He was a proud family man, a fierce Marine, and a remarkable storyteller. He loved his family, his business, and, the opportunity to live each day with an appreciation for life.
He knew what he wanted and he took it. Mind you, this is the man who said “if I want almonds, I’ll eat an almond. If I want milk, I’ll drink milk. Why the hell would I drink almond milk?”
So while I set-out on a mission to thank him for his service, I selfishly left with a memory soon not forgot. My first Makers Mark with Poppy Skip…
Pop, cheers to the family name you built and the sacrifices you gave, including serving our country.
NH.
P.S. Poppy Skip taught me more than a few lessons… “I See Better Than I Hear”
