HARRY WILLIAM JAMES GOOD

Condolences & Memories (1 entries)

• It's been 11 years since you've been away and not a day goes by without a thought of you. Yesterday we were coming home from the Portage la Prairie hotel you and Grandma used to take us to as kids. How many sweet memories we have there, like swimming in the pool and shopping at the mall across the highway. As we were driving home watching the blustery and blizzard weather outside, it brought us all back to our favorite place - the farm. We reminisced about how snow days were fun (still are) and all the exciting things we used to do at your house. How we would bundle up in layers upon layers of clothes to go outside to build snow forts in the ditch where you’d blown the snow up to make us mini mountains. Skating while you held us up in small iced over ponds in the yard. How when we were ready to come back inside we had bright red cheeks and we’d put our feet up by the fire place to thaw while we wait for a nice cup of Grandma’s hot chocolate (milk with Moo mix). All the time spent tobogganing in the coolies and being pulled around on the sleds. I had to also remember how scared I was that when we were down the back how the cows would come near us and how safe I felt when you were there. Whenever it snowed so much we couldn’t make it back to the city and we got to stay an extra day or two and helped with the daily farming chores. Not every kid gets to learn to drive a tractor and feed the cows but we sure did! Winter wasn’t our only favorite time. Any day at the farm was a great day. We loved being free and do as we pleased (and asked). Whether it was helping with the outside chores or helping Grandma inside with vacuuming and dusting. I think by far one of my most favorite pastimes (which still brings happy tears to my eyes) was frogging with Coco. Putting on your huge rubber boots (which usually had a nail hole somewhere) and going out in waist deep water to catch the big frogs! It was most enjoyable to bring them back in a 5 gallon pail and having Grandma shoo us off the deck and to get them out of her house. Swinging on our swing set in the back yard or riding the lawn tractor around with a trailer on the back picking up the dead twigs for the fire pit. Our special ‘fire in the hole’ routine where I’d stuff leaves in the cinder blocks and together we’d yell ‘fire in the hole’ as I rammed a red hot poking stick in to get the leave to light up with flame. I can remember countless hours spent sitting at the picnic table and watching the time pass with our so many questions and inquiries of little minds. We’d watch intently while Ryan would be in the tall grass hunting for foxes with his little plastic toy rifle. The many times we would drive with you in the old Scottsdale truck to check on the fields or bring some ice cold water to Uncle Glen while he’d cut or bail the hay. I could go on and on about all the different things I love about you and the life you provided to my brother, mom and I. We were so blessed to have you as our Grandpa, even if it was for a short while. You taught us the real meaning of life and how to love unconditionally. You were an amazing person from the inside out and I try to be like you every day that I am here in this world. You’ve never left us, not even for a moment. I know you are here every day with us and with Grandma. Every year that passes seems to get a bit easier to talk with her about you. Seems for years we’ve not spoken out about memories or anything really as we all still miss you so, so much. When we talk about you, it lights up every one of our faces and hearts just to know you’re there. We love you Grandpa and can’t wait to be with you again. xoxoxo - Posted by: Leah Good (Granddaughter) on: Feb 19, 2013