This evening Husband and I were having a conversation at the dinner table and my papa came up in conversation. Tears rolled down my face and I had to explain to the girls that I was not upset but the tears were because I missed Grandpa T. More tears came and Miss A exclaims, "Your eyes are dripping!" We all laughed.
I then asked Miss L if she missed Grandpa T and she said very simply, "No." I told her that was okay. But what she said next grabbed me...
"I can see his face. And he called me on my hand phone yesterday. But I was busy and couldn't answer it."
She doesn't miss him because in some way she has created her own connection back to him.
Later Miss A prayed on her own thanking Jesus that Grandpa T was with him and that he felt all better now.
I miss my dad very much. The reality of what each day for the rest of this marks in relation to last year is painful. Most days I am doing really well and other days the emotions hit me like a truck. But I still want to remember these little things.