My thoughts today go to my Grandfather. In May it will be 3 years ago since he died. I can’t believe it’s been 3 years already! I still expect to see him whenever I visit my Grandmother or hear him in the background when I call her on the phone. It’s scary sometimes to remind myself that he is gone. I want to believe he is still with us, but I think he has moved on to a better place. My Grandmother is so, so heartbroken..
My Grandfather took great care of me in my difficult childhood. He taught me to love and respect animals, and he taught me about the importance of being independent and not giving up. When I was a toddler he was in a car accident and became paralyzed from the waist down. But the wheel chair were rarely an obstacle for him. He loved the outdoors and we went on so many fishing trips.
These are memories I’ll always keep in my heart and share with my kids. They’ll sadly never meet him, but they will know about him. I think it’s important to know about your heritage and where you come from.
I wish I could have one last conversation with him and pour my heart out..