A grandfather is twice a father-from the old blog

Yesterday, there was a storm outside. It rained really hard, the wind blew hard and the lake in the backyard seemed angry. Why wouldn't the world be angry? It lost a very loved, very bright, very kind man. And truth be told, not many of these are left.
But in case you weren't one of the lucky ones to meet this wonderful man, I'll tell you a little about him.
Willing- Among many things, regardless of whether he would piss mama off or not, he was always willing to help others. Always willing to give you a spanking (ouch) and always willing to tell you about God.

Intelligent- If you think you're smart, I would have LOVED to see you have a conversation with my grandpa. Such a smart, talented man. He was a GENIUS in so many areas. Animals, (cars, not so much) war, religion, politics, plants, life, among others. After having a conversation with him, you better go pick up some books to try not to feel so dumb.
Loving- He could spank the crap out of us... he would burn our legs with the belt, too. But he was always there for us. He always showed great love for his whole family and for others in need.

Laughs generator- Wacky! OMG! I guess some of us come up with the craziest songs... but papa... he took the cake on that one.
Remember flaca? LOL! Flaca was among the favorites: "Flaca, tremendamente flaca estas. De lado no se te puede ver, y de frente para verte, hay que mirarte bien. Te pareces una aguja, con sombrero un alfiler. Y de noche para poder verte, una luz hay que encender"
Interesting- Spending a day with papa would not have a dull moment. From great stories from when he was young and a loaf of bread with butter was only one cent, to trapping nasty "mangostas" to fixing anything around the house, to cutting and sucking the heck out of sugar cane, to drinking coconut water from the coconut he had just opened with the machete, to picking mangoes in the patio, to giving milk to the baby goats from bottles.... etc, etc, etc.
Awesome- this about sums it up. Papa was just the bestest grandpa EVER

Misanthropic- (lol, maybe for lack of better term) If you were a male... he was not gonna like you, period. Especially, if you were trying to go out with one of his daughters or granddaughters and were acting all nice in the house and my grandma would serve you lemonade or soda. "what is he doing in my house?" he would say very loudly.... "he should leave". Embarrassing, but very entertaining. (I always warned my friends about this before they stepped foot in the house, saved a couple of friendships)
No wonder the world was sad yesterday. It lost a great man!
Long live papa....