"Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
wishing you were somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
somehow you would be here . . .
Wishing I could hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I never would . . .
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
all that you dreamed I could . . ."
-- Phantom of the Opera
Today would have been my Papa's 84th birthday. My heart is filled with memories and him, and tears stream down my face as I remember him, and all of the things that made him the sweetest man I've ever known.
It's so weird that he isn't here. I have been so busy all day long, and have not really stopped to think that today, is his birthday, and he is not here for me to call and wish him the best day.
To copy my sister, here are a few of the things that I love (and miss) the most about my Papa:
- How he loved wrestling, and would watch it late at night when I was a little girl.. and how he would get so into it, and make punching moves along with the wrestlers on TV
- Going to collect the eggs with him from the chickens
- How he would always make fun of my Nana for not being able to hear.. and we could joke about her, and he would just laugh and laugh, and she would not have a clue what we were talking about
- His smile, his laugh, his smell, and his scratchy kisses
- How he always said, "We'll thats just the way life goes" whenever something didn't go just right
- How he let David pick out ballcaps from his enormous hat collection
- How when he was in the hospital right at the end of his long fight, when me, my sisters and my mom joined hands around him and sang "Jesus Loves Me" he was so peaceful..
4 comments:
ok, i'm crying, thanks for that...
:)
Okay, you have things on your list that I should have included on mine. Now I miss even more things about him. Isn't it weird how we miss his scratchy kisses? That is always the first thing that I think about him. I don't like it when Scott kisses me when he has not shaved, but yet I hated it when Papa did not have his little whiskers. Weird, huh?
Thanks for warning me not to read your blog at work. I started crying. I miss my Daddy so much. I am so thankful that you got to know him.
OH Kristen,
Sadly, I know what you are feeling. I miss my Granddaddies so much also! Atleast we both got to know them! Like you said, he was the kindest man you have ever known! How wonderful that you got to know him. Most people aren't lucky enough to be as close to their grandparents as both of us are!
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