There is not a day that I do not think about my Grandpa and miss him. He is, was, and always will be the strongest man I have ever known.
Three Years Later
October 28, 2012
Tomorrow marks the three year anniversary of the day my hero became one of my guardian angels when my Grandpa lost his battle with cancer. Last year I wrote a blog tribute which you can read here. I could not let the anniversary of his passing go without mention of him again here on the blog …
There are so many things about him I miss: His bear hugs, his laugh (he laughed like Ernie from Sesame Street), the way he would tuck me in so tight I could barely move (or breath, LOL), His creativity, The way he would kick ice under the refrigerator instead of picking it up … The list of things I miss about him is endless. I cherish all of my memories I have with my Papa. On my nightstand is this framed poem he wrote for me. It’s from 1997 when I had my last ear surgery. I had asked my family to write me letters so I had something to read while waiting to go into surgery and during my recovery time. I read it just about every night before I fall asleep: