RSSGrandpa
Even now almost twenty years after he has died, I still wish and dream about him and for him. I feel silly as a young woman still missing him after this long.
I want to hear him sing. To hand him his hermonica. To work with him in the garden for hours learning everything I could about everythign he loved. I want to smell his shaved face and see his kind eyed. I miss him. So much.
I tried to carry with me in life, almost like my own What Would Grandpa Do? Because I choose a man my Grandfather would have Loved, I am now the happiest of wives. Thank you for showing me what a good man is. With out you I would never have had this good of a life.
Thank you Grandpa.
Anonymous on September 22nd 2007 in Family
Anonymous said on 23 Sep 2007 at 8:11 am # Quote
This is a wonderful read. Don’t feel silly. You are very fortunate to have these sentiments. Some people will never have that. Your Grandpa sounds so special and so do you.
Anonymous said on 23 Sep 2007 at 8:11 am # Quote
Thank you very much. I wish more people had someone so supportive in thier lives even just for a while when they are developing thier little souls.
The Dauphine said on 06 Nov 2007 at 2:52 pm # Quote
I am a grown man. I still miss my grandfather who was the kindest, gentlest person I have known. I dream of him often. He is my idol.
Anonymous said on 08 Feb 2008 at 4:48 am # Quote
I wish my three kids could develop feelings similar to yours. Unfortunately, my parents (my kids’ grandparents) have passed away. My kids will miss what could have been a very enriching relationship.
Teenager, but a smart one said on 15 Mar 2008 at 1:39 pm # Quote
Memorys last a life time, so never forget them
Grandpa's Girl said on 17 Mar 2008 at 6:32 pm # Quote
He told me I was the “prettiest little girl in L.A.” He truly loved me with all of his heart. I was favored above my 20 cousins and siblings. I was Grandpa’s girl.
I was four years old when he died and I could not cope with the fact that he was never coming back to me. I understood it all too well even at such a tender age.
My family remembers how distraught I was–I cried hard, so hard for weeks on end. They said if I had not shown improvement, they would have taken me to a doctor. I just loved him so much and he was gone.
I’m crying agin now for him, hoping and praying that God has Grandpa in heaven so that I can see him again. It’s been so very long…I’m 47 now and my little boy acts a lot like Grandpa did…