Saturday, July 20, 2013


There are lots of reasons for my radio silence over the past few weeks. It's been a time of celebration, relaxation, and exasperation. It's been full of joy, sorrow, confusion, stress, excitement, and some pretty intense grief.

The Thursday before Jaina's party my grandpa found out he might have cancer. We went on with the party, steeling ourselves for the possible fight ahead. On Monday he found out that it was, indeed, cancer, and that it was inoperable. By the following Monday he was gone.

One week.

We had one week to wrap our minds around his sickness, his death, and the space he would leave in our lives.

That week was spent almost entirely at the hospital, and I am so thankful for the privilege of being a stay-at-home mom and having the time to be there. We sat with him as he slipped into a coma, and we talked, laughed, and cried together.

Having only one week to say goodbye was difficult for all of us, but there is so much to be thankful for. He was spared the usually excruciating pain of pancreatic cancer. He didn't have to go through months or years of painful and exhausting treatments. The family was spared many of the difficult decisions. We were all able to remember him as he always was; a funny, crazy, honorable, strong man.

Everyone has a story about Pappap. He made quite an impression wherever he went. He had an extendable fork that he would carry in his suit pocket. He loved to bring it out at restaurants and pretend to pick at the food on strangers' tables (much to the grandkids' embarrassment, of course). He also carried a whistle which he would blow when it was time to go, or just to get people's attention. ; )

He and Mimi took two trips to China, a trip to Hong Kong, and two trips to Thailand to visit us. He once figured out how to pack a full turkey in dry ice so we could have an American Thanksgiving. Pretty sure that wouldn't fly with TSA now. ; )

The first time Zach met him was at a family cook-out where he dropped his pants just to prove that he was, indeed, wearing his American flag boxers!

I usually keep these posts pretty light and centered on home and baby things. However, I really felt the need to stop and remember Pappap before I could get my head back into decor tutorials and shopping recaps. Thanks for listening to some of my grandpa's stories. He left quite the legacy, and I'm so proud to be Harry Sprenkle's granddaughter.


  1. What a great post, Kara, to honor a great man. We continue in prayer for all...


  2. So sorry about your grandfather. I am so glad you were able to spend so much time with him that last week. You will never regret that. Kim MMS's Mom

  3. Thank you for writing this post about your grandpa. He was a wonderful man.

  4. Hugs to your family. His joy shines out through these photos and stories.

  5. Beautiful, Kara. I don't think I've cried in a week, and now I can hardly see to read this. xo

  6. What a great post, Kara. As you said, everyone that knew Hap had fond memories. It's been about 25 years since I went to Calvary Bible Church but I loved your grandparents. He was such a fun-loving guy! You and your entire family are in my prayers.

  7. This is a sweet post, Kara. Your grandpa sounds like he was an amazing man. I love all of the old pictures!

    ..and your new background looks awesome. Great job! :)