08.01.2011 / Irreplaceable

When I need words I just can’t seem to find them and when I have not want of them, there they are.

And the only word I can seem to find right now is:

Irreplaceable = incapable of being replaced.

I’ve lost something.  I’ve lost someone.  And he can never be replaced.

If you ask anyone about my grandpa, Warren Hardcastle, you would get the same description.  And inevitably, it would be, handsome, kind and funny (could their be a better combination?).

My grandpa was a gentle man with a strong constitution.  He was such a handsome man.  Dapper, really.  Almost everyday he ate bologna sandwiches, fritos, a banana and peanut butter cookies.  His favorite dinner was minch and yes, pot roast too.  He loved a good apple pie and oatmeal cookies.  A cheeseburger and milkshake from McDonald’s every now and again.  Breakfast was his favorite meal of the day, biscuits, bacon and eggs were always the mainstay.  He loved biscuits so much that he always told us his mom was surely making them the day he was born.  Then there was the time he was home from the army and she cracked an egg on his head to wake him up.  And as for bacon, in his later years, he made it every morning and carried it in his pocket to share with his favorite dogs.  Coffee for breakfast and dessert.  And tea for everything in between….both with one sugar please.

Grandpa Warren sang us songs like, A You’re Adorable, and old songs I never did know.  But my favorites were the ones his mother sang to him.  Songs from Scotland part strange, part scary but always interesting :  Little Liza Jane, Rock Rock Bubbly Jock, The Day We Went to Rothesay O’ and Little Mary Phagan.

He told us stories about the strange characters in his small little town.  People named, Raincoat Bill, Posse Cleat, Hunky Frank and a dog named Spanky.

It’s funny the memories that are random as can be, like riding in his talking car, a Chrysler New Yorker, that always said, “Your Door is A Jar.”  The radio boomed WBBM and it seemed the news talk would never end.  Pepsi for the ride and money for the tolls.  A never-ending supply of Wrigley Spearmint gum and even better, Juicy Fruit.

The TV glowed with the Cubs, funny movies and yes, Fox News.  He loved to golf and he loved to fly.

I have memories from childhood, some clear, some foggy, some far and some nearer than near.  Always fixing something and never shy in lending a hand.

I was lucky to have such special young years with this sweetest man.  But the past few years none can compare.  We’d talk on the phone and eat dinner at night.  I’d always cook him whatever he’d like.  My grandpa would come by to have dinner with my little family quite regularly and we’d always share a cup of tea.  It was really just the every day that was the most special to me.

The thing about my grandpa I know the most, is that he was always watching out, waiting up and worrying about.  He would always stand tall in the driveway and wave when someone drove away . . . until it was the very last thing you could see that you saw.

He was our watchman and he was our guard
(and could it be anymore beautiful that this is the very meaning of the name Warren).

And I guess while my heart is so sad and quite cracked, what I have to hold onto is simply that, my sweet grandpa will forever be watching over and guarding me.

I love you my sweet grandpa  – - you are – - irreplaceable!

11 Comments

commented on August 1st 2011 at 1:06pm

Beautiful post, Trina. Your Grandpa sounds like a really special character. And, yes, he sure was good looking. I love the photo of him dancing with the kids.
I am so sorry for your loss. But you have some lovely memories of him to keep you company until you meet again.
Hugs and Love.

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commented on August 1st 2011 at 3:39pm

How special it is to remember people who have touched your life in this way. You will always have him in your heart and he will live on in the actions and thoughts of all the others he may have influenced too. Big hugs x

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commented on August 1st 2011 at 4:25pm

It was hard not to read this without tearing up. Beautiful tribute Trina. I hate to see you hurting. Praying for you. xoxo

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commented on August 1st 2011 at 7:28pm

dear trina – i love visiting your blog. my heart sunk as i saw the word ‘irreplaceable’, having once written such a post myself. what a loss, yet what a lovely tribute. made me sad, yet so happy to know wonderful men like your grandpa exist, bringing such joy and vivacity to the lives around them. now his memory will continue to do that as well. nothing can replace such a gent, but i wish you comfort.
- evy

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commented on August 1st 2011 at 8:53pm

Crying while reading this and we don’t even know one another. Your grandfather sounds like magic. I’m so deeply sorry for your loss. My gramps is near and dear to me, too, so this hits home. Sending strength and memory dust your way so you can keep him close.

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commented on August 2nd 2011 at 8:34am

My heart is breaking right now! hugs to you!!
Cha bhithidh a leithid ami riamh

Scots gaelic, “His equal will never be among us again.”
xx
callie

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commented on August 2nd 2011 at 8:52am

What wonderful memories of him, thank you for sharing. This is a beautiful post. I am so sorry for your loss. I hope your heart heals soon, and the spirit of his love and memories never fade but see you through.

Wishing you sunshine & cheer,
B

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commented on August 4th 2011 at 8:39am

Beautiful said trina! Your grandpa was a true treasure. I’m can’t imagine what your going through. My prayers and thoughts arecwith you and your family!

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commented on August 4th 2011 at 8:59pm

Your Grandpa sounds la la lovely.. How incredible to have someone so fun and special to grow up with.. What a beautiful tribute. Thankyou for sharing.. x

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commented on August 6th 2011 at 9:32am

What an absolutely beautiful tribute to your grandpa. It is so heartwarming to read of the special times you spent together and that you recognize them as such, a gift. Too many of us don’t.

“We’d talk on the phone and eat dinner at night. I’d always cook him whatever he’d like. My grandpa would come by to have dinner with my little family quite regularly and we’d always share a cup of tea. It was really just the every day that was the most special to me.”

THIS is what it’s all about. Like grandpa, like granddaughter.
Prayers to you.

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commented on August 25th 2011 at 2:03am

Gorgeous gorgeous:))) what lovely words they are just the best arn’t they I lost my grandad many years ago I was 16 & have so many fond memories I wish he could have met his grand children ( I am sure he is from heaven) Your grandpar sounded a true charactor :)))

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