RIP Grampa

For those who weren't there or couldn't make it, I spoke at my Grampa's funeral.

I will post my notes here, as I want everyone to know just what the man meant to me.

It is not long-winded, but I tried to be to the point and from the heart.

Thank you for reading.

My Grampa         

[9-6-12]

I'm a collector of things. Some would call me a pack-rat. Well, I get these traits from my Grampa. Except he didn't call it "being a pack-rat"... He would call it "just in case", or "I might be able to use this some day". And you know, most of the time he WOULD find a use for those things. Something would need fixed, or modified in some way, and low and behold, my Grampa would produce some piece of so-called junk, and he would make it work. He saw the value in everything. Be it a piece of discarded scrap wood, to half a roll of chicken-wire, to people. He never took anyone or anything for granted. My Grampa always had faith in me, and supported me in my art, life, and everything else in between. This meant more to me than he could ever know. He was more than I could ever hope for in a roll model, a grandfather (to me as well as accepting my wife as he would his very own granddaughter), a great-grandfather to my son, and last but not least, as a man. He was the greatest man I've ever known, and we could all aspire to be more like him. If I can even be HALF the man he was... I can count myself fortunate. 

I loved my grandfather immensely, and I hope he would have been honored byte words. I will miss him every single day, but I feel peace that he can finally rest after such a long and action-packed life filled with adventures beyond measure. 

RIP 

Robert William Bustle 

Petty Officer Second Class Radar Man (on USS WALLER in WWII)

Husband, Father, Grandfather, GreatGrandfather

1920-2012