I found out this past weekend that my Grandfather passed away. This week I am sad. I will miss my grandpa. With his passing, so also passes my last grandparent, the first John Walter Meyer (Sr.), and the one with whom inspired me to learn Malaguena on piano. My memories with him include shooting 22LR rifles on the ranch, visiting thrift shops for bargain finds, and swinging by the diet store to pick up a giant bag of food for his diet. In the mornings, at breakfast I recall he would often have toast, eggs he brought in, and a bowl to eat a grapefruit with each morning, some times a pomegranate. I usually had Cheerios or Raisin Bran. Sometimes I would hang out in his dental office and read the B.C. by Johnny Hart comic books in the lounge. In the afternoons I remember a few times that he would be so excited to share with me what he had been working...that is his garden, grape vines, and orchard. Walking through the back orchard one time, it was so full of everything growing and green, that I felt like I was in the Garden of Eden, and he was going to show me the tree with the forbidden fruit. I think it ended up being some squash or Asian pear/apple tree that he was excited to show me.
I am sad that I didn't get to visit one last time. I am happy that he got to see Johnny IV. I am sad that he never heard me play Malaguena. I am happy that he can now hear me play Malaguena. I am also happy that he can be with Jesus and June, two individuals that meant the world to him.
The funeral service on Monday will be difficult. Thank you Grandpa for everything you've done, and everyone you've touched.
