Anchor's Away

Grandpa Hamblin was the only grandpa I knew, my dad's father having died when my dad was a teenager. I grew up spending every other summer at my grandparent's cabin in Wyoming, going on the zip line, braving outdoor toilets, eating hotcakes, building fires, breaking pinatas, sleeping in the camper, hiking, and baking cookies to name just a few activities. He and grandma would often drive up to Washington to spend time with us or take care of us while my parents went on various trips. I can think of many times when we visited Mt. Rainier with Grandma and Grandpa or did things around the house with them.

Grandpa was one of the sweetest men I knew. He was always interested in what you were up to, always wanted to give you hugs and squeezes, and was always (always) excited to see you. You felt special, you felt important, you felt loved around Grandpa. He would share tales from his childhood and stories of his work life-a fascinating life that took him all over the state of Wyoming.

So as his life has come to a close I just want to say thank you Grandpa. Thanks for being so loving, kind, considerate, understanding, and sweet. Thanks for being you. Until we meet once more. Here's wishing you a happy voyage home!