A life well lived
My post for yesterday was pre-scheduled, so this is a day late. But I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to honor my grandfather who passed away at 97 on Monday. (I can only hope to live that long with no major health issues.)
No matter how Paw Paw was feeling, sick or not, he was “Thankful.” And I am thankful to have been his granddaughter.
I have so many wonderful memories of him: playing War (the card game – totally NOT a tom boy), playing dominoes, playing with his old timey counting machine (which up until probably 2 years ago I thought was a cash register. As an aside, Paw Paw had owned a grocery store at one time, which might explain why I love small gourmet specialty food stores. Clearly, it is genetic.) Paw Paw always time to actually be with us in the moment.
While I am sad for us here on earth, I know, without a doubt, that Paw Paw is happy in heaven.
And while I always think it is ridiculous when people post messages to their children on FB about how much they love them and how lucky they are to be their mom (assuming their child is an infant and too young to read), I have to say, Paw Paw, you will be missed.