Friday, September 30, 2011

Missing my Granddaddy

I'm sitting in the computer lab thinking about my granddaddy.  It's been two months since he died, and I still miss him.

Today I'm thinking about him as I prepare to take a quiz in history.  He always loved watching shows about how things were made.  "What are you learning about now, Madison?" he'd ask enthusiastically as he leaned up in his chair to hear me better.  We'd talk a lot about what I was learning.  I loved those times because he'd get the biggest grin on his face.

I  think about him at night, missing his random phone calls to ask me about my day.

I think about him when Mason comes over, knowing he would be laughing at how big he's gotten.

I can still hear him saying, "How's my sweet granddaughter doing today?" in a gruffly voice.

Every night as I wash my face before bed, I remember all the times he used to hold the wash cloth under the sink for a few extra seconds, making sure it was good and warm for me.  I always hold the wash cloth to my face a few extra seconds now, thinking of my granddaddy.

Even though I can't share these things with him today, I know he's in a much better place.  He may be doing a jig up in Heaven right now. :)


BK said...

I know how you feel. I miss my grandfathers everyday and it's been years. I always will. Thankfully we have the promise of eternal life, where we'll meet again.