One of the hardest moments of my childhood is when my Grandpa Jerry Horn died. I was in the 8th grade.
he was 63, I believe. He was an amazing man and loved me and my sister so very much.
He would always take Stephanie and I to Toys R Us when he came to town.
He always had chocolates and caramels around his house Nibs especially, and would always pause is conversation with a grown up to talk to us. We were his only grandchildren, with the exception of toddler Joanna who never got to know him like we did.
He visited us in California frequently, and even though I know he wasn't pleased that his teenage son (19) was having a kid, (me) he never ever seemed to be upset about it.
He took great photographs, and loved food. LOVED FOOD.
We always went out when he came to visit.
When he died, we were all so very sad. My father included. It was very hard to swallow how sad my Dad actually was. He cried so hard at the funeral, and gave a beautiful speech. It was so hard to see that when I was only 13. The next couple of days after that, my grandpa's brother Arthur died. He was 18 years older than my Grandpa. a few days after that, my Great Grandpa Andre died. It was as if, Jerry dying made everyone else give up. My dad stayed in New York for all of those funerals. It was so hard (at the time)
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My kids Grandpa Philip Horn was similar to Grandpa Jerry.
He died young, 57. He loved living and really didn't love working. He liked the people, but he wasn't a guy who loved "going ot work or his job." He was obsessed with stupid chain restaurants. He would make fun of their commercials, he would always crack jokes at restaurants about their service.
Whenever he came to town, or we went to see him, he would take the kids for ice cream.
He loved them. He loved being a Grandpa. He too, was not happy about being a Grandpa when he was 43 years old.
But you would have never known it.
This is when Lucas was a few weeks old when Dad and Joyce got back from Italy.
I remember thinking how huge he was compared to Lucas.
He called all of the time. Loved hearing about the kids.
I found it super fitting that on the way to the funeral we saw one of his "stupid chains"
This funeral was the first funeral that my kids will remember. It was really hard to be strong.
Grandma Horn was very sad. Mason tried his best to cheer people up, but he was crying a lot too.
Gary and Cindy sent flowers.
After the funeral, we went to dinner and the kids managed to put a smile on Gigi's face.
I'm sad he is gone, but I am glad he lived.
I am glad he passed so much down to me, and that my kids will remember him.
Here is my favorite video of him and Lucas. (Lucas was 4 months old)
