Once It’s Gone

My grandfather died today.  I hadn’t seen him since May of 2004 and I feel a little guilty.  It’s not that I couldn’t go and see him or that the drive was all that long.  In fact, now that I think about the short 3 hour drive, compared to the fact that I can no longer drive anywhere and talk to him, it makes me sad.

Grandpa was a Marine in WWII and received a Purple Heart after being shot on March 6, 1945 on the island of Iwo Jima.  As a child I was fascinated with this fact and always liked hearing him tell the story.  If I remember correctly there was something about his dog-tag deflecting the bullet that helped save his life, along with a man named Norman McMahan.  There is a touching article here about Norman saving Cornie.

I always loved grandpa and his sense of humor and how he loved to aggravate grandma.  I also loved how he would go to Dairy Queen and bring us home a quart of ice cream.  I wish I could tell you more about grandpa, but I did not get to know him as much as I could have.

Thank you Cornie Verwers for your service as a Marine in World War II and for being my grandpa!


2 thoughts on “Once It’s Gone

  1. Jen, I’m sorry for your loss and I know that, one day, you will get to know everything about him, and he about you. May God bless your family as you learn to live in a world with one less great man.

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