Saturday, September 18, 2010

Before we sat down for a burger and fries, Julia pulled out a piece of paper she had stuffed deep in her pocket. Grandpa had met us in a booth at our favorite spot, and Julia had planned for this moment for the last half-hour. She proudly asked, "Grandpa!?! Do you want to see me write my name?"
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My Grandpa, though along in years, has the same enthusiasm for his great-grandchildren that he had for his grandchildren twenty years ago. He smiled the familiar smile that I love to see, and said "Well, sure!"
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Julia, with much concentration, wrote out every letter with care as he looked over her shoulder. Then she turned, holding the paper up proudly and said "See, it says JULIA!"
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Grandpa said "Yes, very good" and then, in the characteristic fashion that inevitably shaped his four very accomplished children and eleven like-wise achievment driven grandchildren, "Now, can you write your last name?!?"
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Sometimes (everyday) I miss my Grandma. But I know her sudden passing almost two years ago has given me a much bigger appreciation for every moment my girls get with my Grandpa, and my other two Grandparents as well. Every moment together is a blessing, not to be taken for granted.

2 comments:

Jenn said...

Okay, this made me misty. It reminds me of my mom's dad who passed away almost 12 years ago. Thanks for such a sweet reminder of grandfatherlyness.

Kari said...

Tears on this end too. Just lost my last grandparent (my dad's dad, just shy of 91) 3 days after Abigail was born. Sadly, he didn't get to meet her or she him. Gosh, to sit down with my 4 grandparents now... the questions I would ask, the things I would say. Sigh.