Grandpa Kallas

My Grandpa Kallas passed away October 25--just in time to meet the love of his life in heaven for her birthday and wedding anniversary on October 27. They never had to spend one apart. 

We knew in April that our time was limited, but until then, it was as if time didn't touch Grandpa. Sure, he used a walker for the past several years, but he would sit and converse as he always had, still knowing what was happening on the farm he had once lived and worked on and always interested in what was happening on ours. Above all, his Catholic faith was of the utmost importance to him and he was unapologetic about that fact. May we all live our faith as he did. The second to last time I visited him I had the privilege of receiving communion with him. The last time, we prayed a rosary together. To have those moments as our last together on this earth are priceless in my heart. 

Grandpa was so many things. He was little candy bars he would offer as his guests left--Hershey's miniatures on the farm and Kit Kats in the nursing home. Grandpa was giving his great-grandchildren their first taste of ice cream (preferably Moose Tracks) at much too young an age. :) Grandpa was a booming, "Huh!" and a laugh when you told him something he thought was funny or surprising. Grandpa was milking cows. Grandpa was Saturday night mass in Leola (after which he would visit with his friends at the bar and I would join Grandma and their wives at the D&M Cafe.) Grandpa was his workshop in Leola. How perfect they were able to buy a garage next to their own for his projects. He was his restored Ford tractor. Grandpa laughed out loud at the morning comics--who does that? (Several years later, I would have a son who does the same.) Grandpa was back in his den making rosaries and, at meal times, at the end of the table with a glass of milk. Grandpa was the proud veteran, active in the Legion, where I remember him calling out numbers at the annual Turkey Shoot and where our family celebrated so many joyous wedding dances, and a 50th anniversary dance, together. Grandpa was not perfect. He never claimed to be, but he was one of a kind and an example I am honored to follow. 

I took this picture as we entered the cemetery yesterday. It wasn't until I looked at it on our way home that I realized the story this photo tells. Here is Grandpa's life--his love of faith, his country, his family, and the shadows of family still to grow and raise their families.

My cousin Brandon summed Grandpa's life up best as he quoted Matthew 25:21 last week.

"Well done, good and faithful servant!"