The waterworks started when I watched this video that I saw on my Facebook page. This little man reminds me so much of Grandaddy and his sweet relationship with my Grams. Even looking at him reminds me of Grandaddy--except Grandaddy doesn't have near that much hair. He always said he didn't have much hair as a result of playing "beauty shop" with me when I was little.
I thought I was finished crying when my phone notified me that I had been tagged in a picture from Instagram. One of our sweet sitters, Betsy, posted the sweetest three pictures of Grandaddy with her 6-7 month old son. Grandaddy's face was lit up in the pictures and they made my heart so happy. Most of the time I feel like Grandaddy is just existing in this life until he is reunited with Grams, but these pictures were proof to me that he can still find joy even though his body is feeble and his mind is confused. **I can't figure out how to save the picture from Instagram to put here, but feel free to friend me on there if you want to see it!**
Seeing him with Owen makes me think back to when I was little and saw Grams and Grandaddy at least six days a week. Grandaddy worked until I was in middle school, so when he came home for lunch or at the end of the day, he would open the back door and whistle. His whistle was very distinctive and no one has ever been able to replicate it. Sadly, he doesn't remember it now. As long as I heard his whistle, I would come running for my hug from Grandaddy.
Grandaddy made sure I got to play while I was at their house. I had a play set, a swing hanging from the pecan tree in the backyard, a slide he handmade for me and, best of all, he restored Mom and Beth's fort for me. They couldn't have a tree house, so they got a two story fort when they were little. I remember playing drive-through from the second story with Grandaddy. For some reason, I threw the pretend food down to him instead of him "driving through" to get it. I don't know why I thought that was the thing to do?! We also gave Grams a fit when he let me help him re-shingle the fort. Helping basically consisted of sitting up there with him while he did the work, but Grams was absolutely certain something bad would happen to one or both of us. I wasn't worried--there was no reason to be afraid of anything as silly as falling off the roof when Grandaddy was there to protect you!
I wish we could do all the good times all over again...my memories will always linger on...
Now I'm going to start crying again! I think it must be pretty obvious to anyone who knows me how much I love my precious Grandaddy and what an amazing influence he has been on my life.
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