Sunday Inspirations ~ Love ~

This morning I woke up thinking about my grandfather. My grandfather passed away in the 80’s after fighting colon cancer. As I laid in the bed with my eyes still shut thinking about the quiet cool that was my grandfather I smiled. Almost all of my thoughts of my grand dad are accompanied by a smile. I remember him as the strong, mostly silent type. He was a man of very few words but his presence was enough. I remember him sitting in the kitchen of the apartment he and my grandmother and uncle lived in. He sat there reading the paper and listening to baseball on the tiny little radio that sat on the kitchen table. He always smelled of cigars and always had one in the corner of his mouth but it was never lit. As a matter of fact I never saw him actually smoking it, but it was always there hanging in the corner of his mouth smoked down to about 2 inches.

He made the best biscuits in the world and I have never had one like his since he passed. They were all perfectly round because he used a water glass to cut them out of the dough. They were melt in your mouth soft and flaky, and layered inside. Everyone in the family has tried but they just can not be duplicated! When my sister and I spent the night over there I remember him getting up early in the morning and going to the store to buy milk for our Kellogg’s Corn Flakes for breakfast. As we ate our cornflakes he worked on the magic biscuits (that NO ONE can duplicate).

These are a few of my strongest memories of my grandfather, who I loved dearly, but one memory that stands out is him in his living room and the song “Jesus Is Love” by the Commodores playing. This stands out because as I said he always appeared to be in the kitchen listening to baseball on the radio. I don’t remember the occasion, or why this song was on but it has from that time on been coined as Granddaddy’s song! When I woke this morning Granddaddy’s song was on the radio and I smiled thinking about how much I love him.
So I am posting the video of Granddaddy’s song for you. Lionel Ritchie does a little talking around the 5:20 mark that is so fitting for today’s world. I Love You Granddaddy, R.I.P.
Enjoy…

Jesus Is Love – The Commodores


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14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Marvalus
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 12:39:00

    Beautiful post! It seems that grandparents all have something they make with their hands that are full of love that can never be duplicated…my granny makes these cookies that are little bits of heaven!Thanks for sharing!

  2. Regina
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 13:07:00

    @ Marva – Girrrrrllll! One bite of those biscuits was …orgasmic(before I knew what orgasmic was)!!and don’t get me started on my grandmothers cakes…

  3. Mema
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 13:12:00

    Regina, Regina, ReginaThank you! Deddy usually listened to the baseball games on his radio at the kitchen table. Some Sundays he would come into the living room to watch his baseball game on TV. He wasn’t much for listening to music on the radio. That album is the only album I have ever bought by the Commadors, and I bought it because of that song. What you remember is Deddy listening to that song on Momma’s stereo. Wow!I still have that album.I was blessed with the best father in the world, next to God the Father.Thank you for the memory and the post.

  4. clnmike
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 13:38:00

    That was a moving post.

  5. Robyn
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 13:48:00

    i lost both my granies this year,,wat hurts the most is tht i was away from home.Evrytime i think about them Regina a smile take me over.Imiss them

  6. Regina
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 13:50:00

    @ Mom – It makes sense now! I could never figure out why I remembered him listening to that song because I have never known him to listen to any kind of music! But I always had the memory of him listening to that song, thanks for clarifying the memory! Love you, Love you!@ Mike – Thanks for stopping by, some memories last a lifetime!

  7. Regina
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 13:52:00

    @ Robyn – Sorry for your loss. Isn’t it a blessing to have those memories?! I bet you have a beautiful poem or two already written for them!

  8. blackwomenblowthetrumpet.blogspot.com
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 16:41:00

    Hey there!Thanks for sharing your granddad with us!I loooove that song! I think I’ll sing it in 2009 after a sermon if God lets me!!

  9. julia
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 19:02:00

    Regina…I bet any attempt you make to duplicate those biscuits would be light years better than mine ha ha…Would love to hear your recipe…thanks for the Christmas greetings…Glad you have a little more time for blogging…care to share??? My time has evaporated and thus the recent blog hiatus…I am trying to get back. Great to catch up with you..Your blogging buddy,JuliaPeace to you and yours this Christmas season.

  10. SjP
    Dec 28, 2008 @ 21:58:00

    ::smiling:: …just something about my daddy’s grilled cheese sandwichese that I can’t duplicate. The main ingrediant is missing – a Father’s love…Beautiful post!

  11. common mom
    Dec 29, 2008 @ 09:09:00

    Beautiful post 🙂 Your Grandfather sounds like a wonderful man!

  12. Dori
    Dec 29, 2008 @ 15:26:00

    What a beautiful post. Your Grandfather reminds me of my Daddy. He used to sit like that, listening to the radio, reading the paper, and with a cigar hanging in the corner of his mouth and it was never lit 🙂 He just liked having it there. This song is one of my all-time favorites.

  13. Quiskaeya
    Dec 29, 2008 @ 18:54:00

    Just reading this post made me drift away to place I remember growing up. I remember sitting on my father’s lap while he listed to the radio. He was a quiet man. Very well respected and everyone listened when he spoke. He commanded a level of respect, not because he was so intelligent but because he was wise. I wish more of our men growing up today were like this. I pray on my sons they will be like this. Great post!Oh and can I have a biscuit! They sound so yummy. 🙂

  14. Believer 1964
    Jan 01, 2009 @ 06:04:00

    This was a great tribute to your grandfather. Thank you for sharing the precious memories.I have never heard of that song by the Commodores, and thoroughly enjoyed it. Yes, what the world needs now is love sweet love, and the promise of Jesus!

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