Robert Grimshaw was my father
Bob Grimshaw was my father. I was the youngest of his 3 children and the only girl. We lost my Mom when I was 9 years old. My dad never recovered from that loss. He didn't know how to proceed in life without her, how to raise a daughter and made a conscious decision to retreat from society. I know now that he had no resources, like we do today. I also know he did the best he could. He was kind, generous, pleasant, well mannered and spoke highly of most everyone he knew. He never swore, rarely raised his voice and had a wealth of information that I was never able to elicit from him.
He met his grandson, Tyler Lee on one occasion but was not cognizant enough to appreciate the importance of who was on his lap.
My Mom was his source of happiness, his compass and reason for getting up in the morning. He passed 2 days before his 3rd grandchild Bronson James Makana Lee was born. I miss him dearly.
He met his grandson, Tyler Lee on one occasion but was not cognizant enough to appreciate the importance of who was on his lap.
My Mom was his source of happiness, his compass and reason for getting up in the morning. He passed 2 days before his 3rd grandchild Bronson James Makana Lee was born. I miss him dearly.
