My grandfather was born during the Great Depression. He was 11 when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. He was 15 when World War 2 ended. At nearly 21, he married the love of his life Jean. They were married for 66 years taking their vows very seriously-until death parted them. Shortly after their wedding he was sent to Korea to fight in the Korean War. He came back in 1953 and they began their family. They had 3 daughters who they raised to be hard working and generous. Grandpa spoiled six grandchildren rotten with trips to Hoagland's Potato Farm, Dairy Queen, Ericksons, Conneaut Lake Park, and Erie.
He invested in all of us, pouring himself into us because he loved us and believed in us. Not satisfied with just spoiling grandchildren, he continued to spoil great grandchildren too. Again, pouring himself unselfishly into each of us.
I am blessed to have been John Rabold's granddaughter. Not everyone gets to be blessed to have someone as awesome as my grandpa in their lives.
To honor my grandfather's legacy, the family asks that donations be made to Sarah's Butterflies Foundation.