Grandpa was one of the greatest men I knew. He easily was the kindest person I've ever known. All of my memories of him were ones where he was genuinely interested in me and what was going on in my life. I remember many prayers at the dinner table where we had to "peek" at him to see if he was finished, as he would talk so softly. I never heard a negative word about another come from his mouth, and he always wanted to make others happy. I remember always getting chocolate covered cherries for him for Christmas as a child, only later in my adult life to hear him FINALLY reveal he never liked them, but didn't want to hurt our feelings. I remember walks up Stone Mountain with him and Grandma where we would spend the afternoon flying a kite, and tying it off on a tree leaving it flying when we left, then watching the laser show. I remember his love of his Atlanta Braves, and him always saying "This could be the year" (for Braves fans of the late 70's and 80's you'll know just how unlikely that hope was. It was long before their success of the mid 90's, early 2000's). Of all the memories I have though, three stand out the most: 1) his infectious smile each and every time you were around him. It was impossible to be in a bad mood when he was around. Grandma would yell at him to go get something, or tell him he forgot to do something, and you'd look at him and he'd have the funniest grin. And he'd wink at you. 2) That when you were around him, you could "feel" how much he truly loved you. He didn't even have to tell you. You just KNEW. Trips to their house as a young boy were looked forward to because of the love both he and Grandma would give. And finally 3) That he loved God and wanted nothing more for everyone else but to know the joy that he had in following Jesus Christ. He was a true man in every sense of the word. He loved God and was not ashamed of it, he loved his wife, my Grandmother Lois, he loved his family, and he loved his friends, in that order, but had so much love, it was never in doubt of running out.
Grandpa, I can truly say I Love You with all my heart, and I'll miss you. As with Grandma Marks, I'll think about you every day. I'm so happy you are finally with her again. Thank you so much for your service to our country and your willingness to fight for freedom during a time few of this generation could ever imagine. Your stories about the war are burned in my mind forever. Thank you for loving my Mother, me and my sister, my wife and my three children. Shelli thinks of you as her own Grandfather, and you have everything to do with that. She loves you so much. Know that my three children also love you immensely and will always look up to you. I'm so happy that I was there with you as you went to your Savior. You were an example to everyone you met. Rest well and be at the gate when I get there. You'll be one of the first I look for.
Your Grandson,
David Russell