I walked up the hill with Havoc and Daddy yesterday, and I was struck with sadness at all that my little boy missed with you. He would have so loved to follow you up the hill, as I did as a child, wondering at all of God's beauty with you. I know that you would have loved to see the sweet boy he is now. Would you have been able to teach him to have a green thumb like you? Would you have taken him on rides on the lawn mower? Would you have shown him the martins, and the butterflies, and all your gardens? I know you would have....and it makes me sad that you won't. I have hope, though, hope that he will grow up to be a Godly man like you were...that he'll make you and all of us proud of him. And then, when we're all called Home, we'll see you again, and he'll see you...and that makes me smile. I miss you so very much.
By the way, this Girl misses you a ton too. She tells me often....
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012
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I still have those moments concerning my mam-maw (Momma's mother) and more recently since Daddy died. Bitty finally understands that Popa "dieded." He asks about it from time to time, usually out of nowhere. The mix of wonderful memories (or unfinished business) with the surreal sense of loss can be hard. You are an amazing mother, and through your love you'll make sure N. knows his grandfather.
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