10 years ago today my sweet Papa died. I absolutely adored this man and always felt a sense of calmness and comfort just being in his presence. He was very protective of us gals...never thought any of the boys we used to bring around were ever worth our time (and he would say so - ha). Which is why I experienced a sense of sadness knowing he'd never be able to see I actually finally met one that was worth my time and so much more.
He would have adored Jason as his own, no doubt.
He died before my younger sister and I married...and obviously before we had kids. It was a sudden death - he wasn't even really sick, but I suddenly got a call in California that I needed to fly home. I didn't make it in time, which Amy woul later tell me was a blessing. At that time, it was the worst day of my life.
That day has since been replaced.
But it got me thinking the other day...Papa finally got to meet his first great grandchild. I can see him now with Tucker - telling him all the same silly stories he used to tell us, letting Tucker rest his head on his big belly...I wonder how that meeting went.
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