It's been 5 months. In some ways, it still doesn't seem like it's happened. I still say that I'm going to grandma and granddaddy's house whenever I go to visit my grandma. And when I go, I am so consumed with helping her get the mail or pick up something she dropped, or just holding her hand that I don't have time to realize that he isn't there. It's easy to just imagine that he is sitting in the living room watching wheel of fortune or in the kitchen sipping on a diet coke eating a tomato sandwich.
But man. I miss him.
I wish I would have had more time with him. But 91 years is an awfully long time. He was always the shy one who would sit back and listen to conversations, chuckling when he found something funny. He always had a grin on his face. I do wish I would have asked him more questions about his time in France, Italy and Africa -- or about his faith. But I regret nothing.
One thing that we definitely had in common was our love for cashews. I would often spend Sunday afternoons sitting on his lap eating them by the handful seeing who could chew them up into cashew butter quickest. I think he let me win. He was such a good man. He took care of my grandma better than anyone ever could have. People always say that their husband/wife is their second half, but these two seriously were half of each other. I am thankful that my grandma has found the strength to keep pushing on without him.
I know I'll be seeing him someday in Heaven, but until then, I will smile every time I think of him. I could not have asked for a better granddaddy.
But man. I miss him.
I wish I would have had more time with him. But 91 years is an awfully long time. He was always the shy one who would sit back and listen to conversations, chuckling when he found something funny. He always had a grin on his face. I do wish I would have asked him more questions about his time in France, Italy and Africa -- or about his faith. But I regret nothing.
One thing that we definitely had in common was our love for cashews. I would often spend Sunday afternoons sitting on his lap eating them by the handful seeing who could chew them up into cashew butter quickest. I think he let me win. He was such a good man. He took care of my grandma better than anyone ever could have. People always say that their husband/wife is their second half, but these two seriously were half of each other. I am thankful that my grandma has found the strength to keep pushing on without him.
I know I'll be seeing him someday in Heaven, but until then, I will smile every time I think of him. I could not have asked for a better granddaddy.
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