A Legacy Left, Heaven Gained

I know I'm not supposed to judge people and say they've "made it to heaven" or "not" but I'm pretty confident in the fact that my grandfather is playing his harmonica with the angels at the foot of Jesus right now. George Alexander Drobshoff left an impact on this world with his quiet demeanor, his tender spirit and his generosity toward others. I could tell stories about those he impacted on missions trips, the former drug addicts he helped to overcome, the countless hours of skilled labor he gave to his local assembly or the help he has given to so many that are near to him...but I want to talk about the impact that he left on my life.
The fingerprints of my grandfather are forever etched on my life. He taught me how to change the oil in my car, how to weld and fabricate parts. I'll never forget one particular day that I brought him a fork that I wanted to install on my mountain bike. The only problem was that the threads were the wrong size and the metal tube was too long. Any other grandpa would have said to go buy another one that fit! But my Russian grandpa had a shop where magic happened and any problem was apt to be solved. So we (well, "he") measured the tube length, took concise measurements of the thread pattern and we proceeded to re-thread the top tube of this bicycle fork in my grandpa's shop. By the end of the day I was back on my mountain bike and ready to charge the hills. As long as I live, I'll never forget the lessons he taught me and the kindness he showed me. I miss my grandpa dearly. I am so glad that my children were able to spend time with him and as they grow, I count wait to recount all of the stories of my time spent with my grandpa. -Scott

Here is a photo from this past Christmas when we spent the day with grandma and grandpa Drobshoff. Enjoy.