My life is so good. I am blessed FAR more than I ever deserved.
However, it makes my heart truly sad that my kids never got to meet my dad. He was an awesome guy, big in stature and in heart. A real man after God's own heart.
God chose to take him home, only months after he walked me down the aisle.
So ....... I make a conscious effort to keep Grandpa's memory alive for my kids and talk about him often.
Recently, I was chatting with my 6-year-old, and telling her an old family story. She said, "What was Grandpa's first name again?" I gave her a hint that it was a character in SpongeBob (which she knows very well)! Here's how it went:
Nat: Mr. Crabs?
Me: NO !!!!!!!!!!!
I'd like to think that she was kidding with me, but can't be certain. For the record, his name was Gary.