Sunday, June 16, 2013
My dad died just over 20 years ago. However, his love, his humor, his joy of life still lives in my heart and the hearts of my children. He was widowed shortly after he and mom moved to our present home. Our children were very young at the time... my DD has no memories of her grandmother. However one memory we all share: In the evening, if the phone rang, the kids...doing homework in their rooms.... would call out, "If it's Granpa, invite him for coffee." He would come over and grand conversation would ensue.
His greatest gift to my children however, came with tears. He shared all of his emotions with them from intense joy to boundless grief. Our son and daughter both learned that all our emotions are gifts of understanding we give to each other. Thanks, Dad.