The amazing Grandpa

It's been difficult posting on my vacation, becuase I usually have my trusty ferry ride to formulate thoughts and write things that make sense. This trip so far has been a whirlwind of family activities. I'd like to share a little bit about my soon to be 92-year old Grandpa, who has inspired and amazed me ever since I was a child. Earlier this year, he had a stroke, and had to stay in a nursing home for a few weeks. Some people leave not being able to talk, or walk even, but he's still chugging along on his daily routine. I've never seen a happier elderly man.Every morning, he goes outside and rakes his leaves into little piles, waters the plants, and trims the hedges.

Even though his memory isn't as good as it used to be, he still smiles, constantly.

After puttering around the yard, he goes to the park, and takes a one mile walk. Keep in mind, we are talking about a man who is almost 92. Below is him strolling near my brother.

This walk always includes push-ups.

I've learned from Grandpa that the key to longevity is to always stay moving. He taught me this when he was in his 70's and would still climb the Grand Canyon, or Mount Baldy. His pace used to be so fast I couldn't even catch up.

He's not as fast as he used to be, but he wouldn't miss a walk for the world. Every morning we go over for breakfast, I see little piles of leaves, and know he's on the right track.