While I search for details, while I rummage through frames, flashes of my grandfather, what I am left with is the one and only important thing.
Love.
I’m left with your love Papa! Love has kept you alive.
The disease couldn’t take that one thing away from you. It didn’t win. Till the very end when everything else was gone, there was still love. After all is said and done, it’s what is left.
How much you loved and were loved in return. The love that will always remain in our hearts.
I hear it in music; I feel it every time I dance.
Happy Birthday in heaven Papa!
No more tears, it’s time to dance…
F.
Fallen Angel On the Run 
i understand as I am a PaPa as well.
This caused me to think about my GrandChildren. I guess I will include you in my thoughts.
I liked you post.
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I’m glad it made you think about them John. Children bring such joy to the whole family. Thank you for including me in your thoughts, that’s very sweet!
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This is my pleasure.
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Sad, but beautiful words and sentiments. You and your blog are a little like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates. When i come here, “I never know what I am gonna get.”
You always keep things fresh.
Hope you are well. This went straight to the heart.
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Thank you so much Andrew! You lifted my spirits with these wonderful words. I’m happy this touched you, my grandfather means a lot to me. Feeling super motivated to keep things fresh now. Really appreciate that 🙂 Hope you’re doing well!
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Some of my best memories are walking around the farm and checking on the cattle with my pawpaw.
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Those must have been fun adventures! Learning and enjoying how beautiful nature is, with him.
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He taught me all about wild food and medicine that he used to help his family survive the great depression as well as farming and we got a few stories about World War Two. (He was a gunner in a tank but he never talked about battles. Just the things that happened between him and his buddies. )
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💗 💗 💗
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Thank you Luisa 🙂
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🌺 🌷
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