Grandpa Schrock
Claire with Grandpa Schrock in December 2005
This past Sunday my Grandpa Schrock died. I'm glad that he has finally been released from his weakened body and that he is now with his creator, but it still feels like a loss. I remember saying goodbye to him in 2006 before we left for Thailand and I thought then that I may never see him again - and in a way, I was right. I ended up seeing him twice after that, but by then he was very weak and basically uncommunicative.
I've been living away from Greenwood for a long time, and I have been envious of my siblings and cousins who have been able to spend more time with him and help to care for him. At the same time, I'm glad that my primary memory of him is from longer ago - the big, strong, hardworking man that I remember from my childhood. My earliest memories are of his prickly whiskers and the way he would pretend to sleep while I touched his face - until he would suddenly snort and bite my hand. He also liked to tease his grand-kids and I remember him having a lot of fun frustrating me by answering my "Why?" questions with "To make little boys ask questions." I also remember leaving his house on Sunday nights and him telling me to "sleep two rows at a time" since I was getting to bed late.
As I got older I was impressed by the many ways in which he served other people. He was very quiet and humble about it and I think that he demonstrated that aspect of Christ-like service better than anyone else I've known. He certainly did not seek out leadership positions, and I never remember him even speaking in church, but somehow it was very evident that he was a deeply committed follower of Jesus.
I remember being surprised by how many people in the community knew him. I could often identify myself as "Elvin Schrock's grandson" when someone had no other way of knowing who I was and that was always a positive association.
One of my favorite memories of him is from when I was a young teenager. I'd been left home alone and I discovered that one of our piglets had gotten its head stuck between the slats of its pen. It was making a terrible racket and I could not free it.I didn't know what else to do, so I called Grandpa. He dropped whatever he was doing and immediately came to my rescue, quickly freeing the pig. I was greatly relieved -and very impressed by both his problem-solving ability and willingness to help me when he certainly had better things to do.
I've been thinking about and missing him a lot this past week. I don't think that I can identify the extent of his influence on me because he was so consistently and quietly faithful. He didn't make a big deal about teaching me things or setting an example -and my life has taken a much different path than his did. But he has always been one of the men that I've most admired and he will continue to be an important role model for me as an ideal of selfless service to others.
-Tom