Remembering Grandpa

I've thought about Grandpa Hawkins as I've familiarized myself with some American folk hymns as of late. The text in each of these hymns illustrates in a timeless way the struggles our ancestors faced, the faith they embraced, and their optimism of a bright future and new day. When I think of Grandpa I think of these things. It is no secret how ornery Grandpa could get. Luckily for me most all his orneriness is contained in secondhand stories rather than firsthand memory. I like to think he tried to be on his best behavior when he was around me. He knew his flaws and his weaknesses and he recognized them publicly. I treasure the times I watched him tearfully bear his testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel of Jesus Christ. He knew so well the source of peace and comfort amidst the weaknesses that he had. He shared that knowledge with his children and grandchildren with the hope that he could curb the grouch within and make up for feelings hurt. His optimism was embodied in his craft. He wasn't just a doctor, he was an enthusiast. Chiropractic medicine and Kinesiology were his paradigm. He saw the world through these lenses, and solved problems in conformity with properties of energy, spinal alignment, herbs, and muscle testing. The lives he improved through his care are countless, and I'm proud to say I'm one of them. Thanks Grandpa.