In Memory of Ernest Wellington Fuller, my Grandad.

In an effort to gather information to tell my children one day where they came from, I compiled a booklet of my family's history.  I remember sitting in my parents'  living room with notebook and pen, quickly jotting down information as my paternal grandparents recalled their younger years.  I had a blast learning about them and my dad.  My Grandad went to be with the Lord this afternoon; and, I have to admit that althought I rejoice in the fact that I will see him again one day, I'm still sad.  I guess I'm mostly sad that my daddy is at the airport as I type knowing that he missed saying a temporary 'goodbye' to his dad.  Here are the inserts about my Grandad:

(sorry Uncle Dave that your name is half there. I'll have to fix that)
I am so glad I was able to speak to my Grandad yesterday.  He was very weak and I could barely understand him but I did 'catch' an 'I love you' - and the floodgates opened.  All the crying since yesterday has helped me cope and in case you're wondering, I'm ok.

Grandad knew a lot of people and was respected by many in Belize.  I remember he didn't like going to Belmopan (where I lived) because it was too boring.  He and Granny Chita lived in Belize City and it was where they were comfortable.  I remember visiting them often because our dentist was in Belize City and dad and mom would do their bulk shopping there.  Grandad had the coolest desk and lots of ledger paper.  I would play at his desk pretending to 'work.'

He always looked forward to his next meal.  Grandad LOVED meal times.  He would enjoy his food like nobody else given that every bite had sound effects:)  Sipping his tea was more like slurping.  I thought it was funny. 

Grandad and Granny never missed sending a birthday card with a little surprise inside.  He's definately seen a lot of change in the world, especially technological advancement.  In March of this year he wrote me an e-mail.  Can you believe it?  A 98 year old writing e-mails?  I still have that letter and will cherish it.  He was always determined and maybe sometimes a little stubborn.  Even when he couldn't see well he would hold a book close to his face a read;and, he was adamant about driving his canary yellow car in Belize until finally someone put a stop to that:)   

I was so grateful that he was there for my wedding.  That was such a special day for me and I'm glad he witnessed and approved my marriage to Ben. My grandparents have been married for 70+ years and what a blessing that is.

I could go on about fond memories of Grandad Ernest.  I'm so proud to have been born a Fuller and grateful for my grandad's life.
He didn't make it to his 99th birthday but he lived a LONG life.  I'm glad that one day I will see him again in Glory.

Love you Grandad,
Abigail