Okay, since this blew up beyond expectations, here’s a list about things my grandfather has done to make me love him more than basically anyone else.
-he’s letting me live in his house while he is on a mission for his church. A gigantic house on lots of land with the large garden and a sunroom. He let me bring all of my animals as well.
-He sold me his car and truck super cheap. The truck is named Gorp. It stands for Grandpas Old Retired Pimpmobile.
-He sends me a box full of fuzzy socks every month because he knows my cat destroys them
-He started using they/them for.my pronouns and hasn’t fumbled once over phone or Skype
-He calls Gramma Lovely, Dearest, Sweetheart, and my personal favorite: Honey Buns (which I picked up ages ago and now my favorite person ever is labeled honey buns in my phone)
-He still says Wheat instead of Yeet. Intentionally.
-He speaks fluent Spanish and learned immigration laws to help keep his Hispanic neighbors safe when “ICE comes around with it’s ugly unchristian head”
- he may be a Mormon, but in his (and Grammas) eyes, Christianity is about love, forgiveness, acceptance, and being there for those you love and care for and he LIVES by that.
-when they aren’t on a mission for the LDS church, they are foster parents to strictly only older teenagers and troubled kids.
-He loves everyone and will accept anyone into his family as long as they are kind and patient.
-He learned ASL so he could communicate with his dead neighbor and be a friend to him
And finally, the man, the myth, the legend himself:
This is Gramps and Gramma (who asked for her face to be covered). I also covered up the badge Gramps wears because it gives his location and name.
