When her friend declared, 'my dad tells us stories about his dad (my grandpa) all the time,' I couldn't help but be a little hurt by her innocent comment.
To me it's funny how life has a way of showing you just what's up…
I don't talk about my dad with my kids as much as I should…(want to, mean to)…I mean, the business of this life just gets in the way.
It's funny how these mundane moments can make you pause and truly think about your life.
That small statement spoke volumes to me.
'My dad tells us stories about our grandpa all the time.'
Yeah, I can't lie and say that this is true for my kids.
I don't often speak about my dad, their grandpa.
In all honesty, it's just too damn painful.
I want them to know him, but on the other hand, I also don't want to illicit the pain that comes from thinking and talking about him.
But when I think about it, I want them to know the man that made me laugh uncontrollably,
made me roll my eyes and mutter, 'jeez, dad, what are you thinking?!' all the time.
Thankfully, God has other plans, and sees this quietness in my soul and realizes that this isn't how things should be and sends a little 'angel' to remind me what's truly important.
I do need to talk.
It's imperative that I tell my children all about their grandfather including his quirks and idiosyncrasies.
How else can I preserve this amazing man who left this world all too soon?