Dear Grandpa,
It’s been two years since you’ve left us. I wasn’t prepared for it at the time. You always battled back from whatever evil tried to take you down. I guess I was naive to think you could pull that off forever. I don’t know how much Brooke will remember but I’m so SO glad that she was there to see you one last time. The smile on your face when she came into your room is a memory I will treasure forever.
I will tell her about that day as she grows up and how even as your time with us was coming to an end, your family could bring you such joy. I try to share as much of you as I can with her. “My grandpa liked *this*.” “I used to do *this* with my grandpa.”
You already know this but you’re still with me all the time. The man across the street reminds me of you. I see him mowing his lawn and he wears clothes very similar to yours, has a build similar to yours, even wears the same style ball cap. When I see him I smile and I tear up. How the sight of a stranger can make you so happy and so sad at the same time, I’ll never understand.
I sometimes wonder what you would think about decisions I’ve made or what I’m doing. I think you’d be proud. I have a great marriage, a wonderful little girl, I’m taking charge of areas in my life that were faltering…I’m happy, really happy, and I feel that’s all you ever really wanted for us.
I miss you and tonight in honor of you, I drank an honorary bottle of Redpop. I hope you’re having some too. And maybe some peanuts…and all the other foods you weren’t supposed to have. We all knew you ate them anyway!!
Until we meet again,
See-rah
What a beautiful, touching tribute to your grandfather. *hugs*
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Thanks Aramelle. It’s still hard to believe he’s gone. *hugs*
Hi Sarah, I just want you to know how much I love this letter to grampa. I’ve pinned it just for me, so I can go to it sometimes and just read it again. I love how I can feel the love in your words. Yours for him, and his for you. I love thinking of his smile when you and Brooke entered his room. He had a special expression when he was watching all the little ones and I picture it frequently when I think of him. It is comforting to think of you thinking of it as well, especially from a time that must have been difficult for him. You can’t think of dad without thinking of his love for his family. Your words capture how we love and miss him. I thought it was time to thank you for them. Love you.