My Sunday post got me thinking about the amazing people I have known in my life.  As a result I have set myself a challenge:  this week I am going to write about one amazing person per day, but I have to keep the homage to a paragraph.  The challenge is that I tend to be very wordy, so keeping it short will force me to consider what I have to say carefully and succinctly.

Person 1. My grandfather

Dat Daddy (so-called by my cousin, Steve,  distinguishing between his “Daddy” and “that (dat) Daddy”) never spent time thinking about life as a gift; that would have taken too much time away from living.  He charged from one experience to the next, lighting  up the shadows of others peoples’ lives as he rolled through.  He never wanted anything he didn’t get, and he never got anything he didn’t work for.  He spent as much as he made, bestowing gifts as freely as Santa at Christmas.  He loved his family, loved his work, and loved his life.  Surely there is no greater role model for living life richly and fully than my grandfather, Glenn Bainbridge.