TruMama

So many days I am sad because you never met my dad. Your grandpa.

But then I am sweetly reminded that you have.
He is with you.
He is a part of you.
There is a little Grandpa in there.

You have his silliness.
His quiet sense of humor that gets ya every time.

You have his gentleness.
His calm way of making each moment last forever. Like a deep, slooow breath.

You have his heart.
His ability to see others with compassion. To feel their joy and their pain.

There are little things that remind me of him.
Like your feet. With their beautiful arch.

Or an expression.

Little things that make me smile.
Little things that make my eyes water.
And for a moment I feel the warmth of his presence…
because there is a little Grandpa in there.

He was a great man.
It is comforting to know and feel that wonderfulness lives on.

Happy Birthday Grandpa.