My grandfather, William Henry Brush, Jr., was born 100 years ago today.

He had quite an impressive list of accomplishments in his 73 years on earth: He was a Lt. Col. in the Army, won a Purple Heart for bravery in World War II, sat in the room with Presidents during his tenure in Military Intelligence, served as a judge in his hometown and a deacon in his church.

But, to me, his greatest accomplishment was his role as Grandaddy. He and my grandmother (still thriving at 92!) provided stability in my tumultuous early years. Grandaddy loved me. I never doubted his love, never questioned it, and still miss it.

When others would praise me for my talents, he’d tell me he was proud of my character. He took me with him to the nursing home, where he taught Sunday school, and had me sing for the residents, instilling in me an understanding that my talents should be used to encourage others.

When I was in high school and tempted to do things I shouldn’t, it was the thought of disappointing Grandaddy that kept me from doing them.

Grandaddy reflected Christ’s grace and love to me, and I am eternally grateful for his influence. And even though he went to be with Jesus when I was 19, his influence is with me still.

When I think of success, I think of my grandfather – not for achievements in his careers (though they are, admittedly, impressive) – but for the influence he had on my life, an influence that carries over to my kids and one day, hopefully, my own grandchildren.

What really matters, in the end? It’s how we live, how we love, and how well we reflect Christ to those around us. I’m grateful for grandparents who taught me that and lived it out.

Happy birthday, Grandaddy!

A good name is more desirable than great riches;
    to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.   Prov. 22:1