Missing you

This post feels unfinished. Rugged. Torn. Raw edged. This is also how I feel. I reckon that’s part of having someone or ones(papa g) gone from here.

Also I know that some of the other grandkids (the real ones) pry feel this more keenly than I do! So understand me here!😅

Oh Granpa… how we missed you.  Your stories. Your presence. 

I’m so glad I knew you for as long as I did. I’m so glad you’re in Heaven. I’m so glad you’re whole again..

How I wonder what Christmas in heaven was like. Was the snow falling? Did you worship the Baby King? Did you sing in the Heavenly Christmas choir with energy? 

Could you see your children and grandchildren and great grandkids these past couple days? Were you our guardian angel? 

And thank you. Thank you for the legacy you left. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for being you!