My Grandpa Lucky was a man who you were lucky to have known. He lied about his age to join the Navy when he was 17. He was a paratrooper in World War II and at 5 foot 6 he was the tallest man I have ever known. For the past 50 years he went to work 6 to 7 days a week as a gardener because he loved to work and he loved people. He had a route that stretched from Huntington Beach to Long Beach and on the day he was beaten and robbed, at 77 years old, he was at the Union Bank on Beach Blvd. at 4:30 am like he was every morning.
The world might say that it is such a sad story, a man, a veteran, getting beaten to death on Veteran's Day, and really it is but when I think about my Grandpa Lucky that is not what I think of. He is the one who taught me the most valuable lessons about God. He is the one who loved with all of his heart and couldn't wait to get to heaven. It makes an impact on a child when someone you admire isn't afraid of death because they are so sure of heaven, and that is what I remember most about my Grandpa.
There is not one like him, never will be. I miss you grandpa, can't wait until I get to see you again.