The man in the picture was my grandfather, my mother’s father.
He passed when I was in my late 20’s and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
He was an unusual man, with an unusual sense of humor, and an unusual outlook on life. I loved him very, very much.
He was always good to me, even when I didn’t deserve it and I tried to pay him back by caring for him when he became ill.
I spent countless nights on a hospital cot when my own family needed me at home, so he wouldn’t be alone. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done for him if I could have.
This is the time of year when I remember him most frequently and clearly.
When I think of trying to live my life in a way that would make someone proud, he is one of the first people to come to mind.
When I need help, advice, guidance, it’s his voice I long to hear most.
He was my Papa and I loved him more than words can say. When I think of honoring an ancestor, he is one that was truly worthy of honor.
Blessings,
Wicked
This is beautiful. I have been missing my Grandma a lot, lately, too. Thanks. ♥
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Thank you for visiting. My grandpa.was very special to me.
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