My Grandpa's refrigerator was a collage of pictures of his grandchildren
clipped from the newspaper, magazines and calendars.
I miss my Grandpa. When my jaw hurt from having my wisdom tooth extracted so that I could hardly talk or eat, I wished he were here to bring me a treat to make me feel better. I remember lying on the bathroom rug near the toilet suffering with the flu. Grandpa brought me a purple jaw breaker. I couldn't eat it then, but I looked at it until a day or two later when my stomach settled. When I finally licked the candy I didn't like the taste. But Grandpa's treats didn't have to taste good to make me feel better. Giving was how Grandpa expressed his love. Today my jaw doesn't hurt and I don't have the flu, but I wish Grandpa were here to give me a treat to make me feel better.
don't make me cry here in the computer lab at school...
ReplyDeleteI miss grandpa so much too... lately I've thought of how he'd bring us candy corns-- and I don't even like how they taste.
with teary eyes.
~J
Must be grandpa missing day....found myself in tears before I even got out of bed this morning when a song played on the radio about someone sick and dying at the age of 85. Thanks to God that we have all these good memories as we remember such a special person. I miss the laughter that he added to my life. What a gift he had to make people chuckle. I loved when he thought a joke was so funny that he laughed at it even as he told it. I felt very please when, every so often, I could tell a joke well enough or funny enough to make him laugh. Do you suppose he has a group of angels and saints sitting around and listening to his joke now? I'm sure they are enjoying such a well developed sense of humor.
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