Your gut steered you right. You got to see him and tell him that you loved him. You were able to hold his hand and let him know that his great grandson likes oatmeal...just like he does. You know that made him smile, even if you could not see a smile. You know his heart leapt with joy at the mention of these words. What an honorable thing to be known as...a family man. To be known for the things you did for your family. To be known for the love that you showed them. For that, so man people were touched. During this time, specifically because of your family man mentality, so many are saddened of recent events. More time is given to some than others, so we must capitalize on the time we have before us. And so, as a cold tear splashes down from your cheek upon the man below, you whisper, "I love you, Papaw." A long kiss on the cheek. A long squeeze of the hand.
Sent from my iPad
No comments:
Post a Comment