Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Grandpa Sherm

This picture isn't the greatest, but that is my Grandpa! 
 My Great-grandpa Sherm passed away on Monday the 17th around 9:00 in the morning. Although sad, I am actually quite grateful that my grandpa passed away. (Hold off before you judge me--- I will explain.) My grandpa was 97 years old. He would have turned 98 in November. He was old and he had a favorite companion that followed him everywhere- His name was Arthur or Arthritis if you talk to the doctors. Grandpa was a tough old bat. As a child he had lost part of his ear and later as an adult he lost an eye. He wasn't very big, but strong as hell. He rode horses until he was in his 80s. He went on cattle drives and was always with the Family.

As he lived just a couple of houses down from me, my family spent a lot of time with him. Whenever Dad bought a new horse, he would have to go show Grandpa. Grandpa was an excellent judge of horses. He could look at any horse and tell you what that horse would be like. It was so much fun to watch him evaluate horses. He would look the horse up and down, sometimes he would walk around it or make you walk the horse, then you would come back to where he was standing and ask, "So what does he look like?" and then Grandpa would give you this analysis and it was amazing. I remember one time when he told us that the horse had the beginning stages of ringbone (which is really hard to detect) and he was right.  Every year he would watch the Kentucky Derby and every year he would pick the winner long before the race had even begun. He could always spot them. It was amazing!

Grandpa was an amazing husband. My Great-grandma Gladys died when I was very young. I believe I was 6 or 7, but before she passed on she had had Alzheimer's Disease. When she got to the worst stages of Alzheimer's Grandpa could no longer take care of her and they had to put her in an assisted living home. Every day for 5 or 6 years, Grandpa would drive to town and take care of her. He would help her get dressed and fed every day, then he would make the drive home, take care of the cows and the horses and then finally take care of himself. I am 21 years old so I can safely say that Grandpa was alone for a solid 20 years as I do not remember my Grandma Gladys before she had Alzheimers. One of my Grandpa's prized possessions was a painting done of him and Grandma on their horses on one of the mountain ranges where we keep our cattle. What always amazed me was that he went and visited her every day. Every day. Even when she got to the point where she could no longer remember anyone let alone him. But, because he loved her so much, he went every day.  So that is why I am grateful that he passed away. He is now back together with my Grandma. And they aren't in any pain anymore and they don't have to worry about Grandma not knowing who he is.

My Great-Grandpa Sherm was an amazing man. He lived his life in a way that never left any doubt to what he loved in life. He loved his religion and was an active participant up until the day he died. He loved his wife and children. And he loved his ranching life with all of his horses and cows. Grandpa left a heritage to his children, his grand-children, his great-grandchildren and his great-great-grandchildren (Yes, there are a couple.). He was an amazing man and will be missed. But I'm sure that the reunion he received in Heaven was more awesome than anything I can ever imagine.

If you want to read more about my Grandpa, you can go here.

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