Do you remember that time late at night, where I snuck out of my bed to climb on your lap and once and for all discover the truth I already knew? That I was, indeed, your favourite grandchild? I remember it like it was yesterday. I was wearing one of your big t-shirts, and you were sitting on the sofa with blue strips. Of course you had your champagne in hand, and as it bubbled to the top, I looked into your kind eyes, and asked the question. You chuckled and told me that you loved all of us equally. Though I didn't believe you, I accepted the answer and eventually fell asleep on your lap. I don't think I'll ever forget that moment.
I remember another time when I was sitting on your washer and dryer listening to the Annie soundtrack over and over, belting the wrong words out, as loud as I could. You enjoyed it. You always enjoyed it when I sang. Especially when you lived with us, and my friends came over. You would always have us sing you a song. You would bow your head and your eyes would fill with tears... You would look at me, and just smile. Thats the Grandpa I knew. The one I loved.
You were so kind, funny, and warm. Though a lot of things changed after Grandma died, one thing never did. My love for you. I always thought about you Grandpa, I prayed for you, and told you I loved you in the wind. Hoping that maybe... just maybe, you would hear it, and you would remember. I hoped that one day I would see you again, and luckily I did. But it didn't end well, I don't even remember our last memories together. Even then, I never stopped loving you.
I was in Florida when I got the call. I was loading the dishwasher watching Scooby-doo with my cousins, and my mom called. She told me that you were in the hospital and that you were dying. I started crying then. That was the news I had dreaded for the past ten years. Your time had come, and you were slipping away. By the following Tuesday, after putting up quite the battle, you finally went home.. I haven't really cried since then. I think I'm too confused with emotion to cry. I know your in a better place, and I know that you are surrounded by loved ones. And that you have all your toes back.
But Grandpa, can I tell you something? Missing you won't be anything new. I've missed you for a long time. Even when you were here.. Your a wonderful man. The grandpa I knew, is the man you were. I know it. And i know that you know it. Even though you slipped away these last years... you've always remained the same to me. Because I know you. I know your heart, and I'll tell you Gramps... its made of gold. Thank you. Thank you for loving me, and for letting me climb on your lap, and for singing silly songs to me, and for encouraging me, but mostly... thanks for being the best grandpa in the world. I love you, and I already can't wait to see you again. Send my love to Grandma.
Love,
Your favourite Grandchild. ;)
I remember another time when I was sitting on your washer and dryer listening to the Annie soundtrack over and over, belting the wrong words out, as loud as I could. You enjoyed it. You always enjoyed it when I sang. Especially when you lived with us, and my friends came over. You would always have us sing you a song. You would bow your head and your eyes would fill with tears... You would look at me, and just smile. Thats the Grandpa I knew. The one I loved.
You were so kind, funny, and warm. Though a lot of things changed after Grandma died, one thing never did. My love for you. I always thought about you Grandpa, I prayed for you, and told you I loved you in the wind. Hoping that maybe... just maybe, you would hear it, and you would remember. I hoped that one day I would see you again, and luckily I did. But it didn't end well, I don't even remember our last memories together. Even then, I never stopped loving you.
I was in Florida when I got the call. I was loading the dishwasher watching Scooby-doo with my cousins, and my mom called. She told me that you were in the hospital and that you were dying. I started crying then. That was the news I had dreaded for the past ten years. Your time had come, and you were slipping away. By the following Tuesday, after putting up quite the battle, you finally went home.. I haven't really cried since then. I think I'm too confused with emotion to cry. I know your in a better place, and I know that you are surrounded by loved ones. And that you have all your toes back.
But Grandpa, can I tell you something? Missing you won't be anything new. I've missed you for a long time. Even when you were here.. Your a wonderful man. The grandpa I knew, is the man you were. I know it. And i know that you know it. Even though you slipped away these last years... you've always remained the same to me. Because I know you. I know your heart, and I'll tell you Gramps... its made of gold. Thank you. Thank you for loving me, and for letting me climb on your lap, and for singing silly songs to me, and for encouraging me, but mostly... thanks for being the best grandpa in the world. I love you, and I already can't wait to see you again. Send my love to Grandma.
Love,
Your favourite Grandchild. ;)
