During bedtime prayers each girl takes a turn praying for whatever they feel led to pray for and it's also a time of thankfulness. For the last several months Miss A has diligently given thanks for Grandpa T (my dad) -- many times that is all she would say. Tonight was the first time that she didn't do that. I knew it would come but I didn't think it would be as sad as it is. She may pick it up again but she may not. I know that Miss L is probably the only one who will remember him but who knows. I hope that they will always know how much my dad loved them and what joy they all brought to him.
Miss A used to always crawl up into Grandpa T's lap even before he was sick. She did it without prompting the few times that we took them to see him while he was in hospice. She would talk about how she laid with Grandpa while he was sick. Sweet girl.