This picture was of me(1 year old) & my Grandpa. He was always on the ground with us.
Grandpa
When I was a little girl, one of my fondest memories of my Grandfather was sitting on his lap. He was a big man, to me…a GIANT. He would put his long arms around me and squeeze. I felt so small, so protected, so loved. I never heard him raise his voice or say a harsh word. I can see him standing in the kitchen doorway asking my Granny…”Whatcha need, Babe?”. He never called her Donna, only Babe. They had a love that we all strive to achieve. 63 years married, 3 children, 10 grandchildren, 17 great grandchildren & counting. When my Granny died in August 2009, my grandpa was lost. His heart broken.
Today my grandpa has gone to be with my Granny, his son Richard and daughter Terry. Leaving the rest of us behind, sad and broken hearted. Our only comfort is knowing he has arrived in heaven his wife waiting at the gates of heaven…
”I’m home, BABE”
I love you, Grandpa!!!!!!!! I will miss you. Thank you for all that you where and all that you did.
The end of a truly amazing love story. The story now complete…fade to black.
