The holiday season is always very bittersweet now that my grandfather no longer lives with us. I grew up with him always being around and the last 3 years without him have been rough. Extremely rough.
My grandfather is the only “dad” I truly know. When my father left our family, my grandpa did the noble thing and was a father figure for us. He provided, cared, and most importantly loved us. Very, very much.
Today is Veteran’s Day.
Unfortunately, my mom had to work so it was just me and the kids home all day.
We were sitting around the table for a late lunch (that they all helped me make, bless their hearts) and we started talking about how much we missed him. We rekindled with our favorite memories of him. At one point it felt like my heart was breaking because it was a reminder that he’s not here at home with us, he’s thousands of miles away and I have a great fear that I’ll never get the chance to see him again.
I remember all the times he would spend his entire Saturday at the football fields supporting his grandchildren.
I remember being home sick while he was here and watching The Price Is Right & The Waltons with him.
I remember all the times he would drive me to work my last two year’s of high school and how he would always remind me of how proud of me he was.
I remember making peanut butter and pickle crackers for him (no matter how gross I thought it was).
I remember all the times he would ask me who I was twixting (texting).
I remember how much he loved his old little blue truck and how he taught me to drive in it.
I remember his laugh. His smile. His voice.
I remember how much love he always had for his family.
I remember so much about my dear grandfather.
But today, I especially remember when we would spend Veteran’s Day with him and he would share all his old war stories with so much pride and honor. Today, my heart aches because I miss my favorite Veteran.