On April 22, 2010, I got to hang out with my Dad for a bit and my grandfather, Harry J. Walter. Known as “Budd” to many and “Dirty Harry” to others, my Grandfather was always “Old” to me. When I was still in small kid time, he used to call me “Young Buddy” and in turn, I referred to him as “Old Buddy” and over time it’s been shortened to “Old” and “Young” as evidenced above. They were here because “Old” was getting screened for cancer.
I went home last week to say good-bye to “Old” because he had caught pneumonia and his time seemed to be short. Sure enough it was and he went on to the next phase the other day. Many feelings have come up for me in relation to his leaving the physical plane.
One that really stands out to me is that he gave us our family name. I never thought to deeply on this before but as I look at it now, four generations of the Walter family, from Iowa, before that Germany as the Von Walter’s (spelling?) and yeah. Kind of nuts.
Harry was an amazing person. He always had a story and he gave me alot to remember. In fact, his last words to me were “You just remember, Young.” In the days since I last saw him, many things have happened in my life which I will soon write about. But I tell you what, I’m trying hard to remember you “Old” and how you lived your life and went down a different path than those before you and in turn created four generations of a family in Hawaii to follow.
Thanks for the memories.