So this post was going to be about a dress (which I didn't get done) but it changed.
On Sunday, we got a call during lunch that my Grandpa passed away. I remember him, but it's not like I have tons of actual MEMORIES of him. Does that make any sense? Like I remember him going to the shop to work, or sitting in his chair, or having devotions, things that he did every day, but I do have a few specific memories of him that ARE him. They are what I think of when I think of him.
I remember sitting on his lap when I was a little girl. He wore suspenders, and he'd let me (and probably other grandchildren) snap them. Why that was so fun I have no idea, but I'd sit and snap away.
One time he was working underneath the house on something. Another girl and I were watching and he told us there was a boogey man under the house. We didn't actually believe in boogey men, but hey, Grandpa said so!
I always loved hearing him pray. I think it started when I was little and would visit them and they'd have family devotions. Of course, when you're little, all prayers last for hours, but I loved his voice. He was soft-spoken anyway, but when talking to God it sounded different. Reverent.
I know the each of my family has their own memories of him that are special, these are some of mine.
This is really neat, Veronica!
ReplyDeleteThe suspenders thing is such a fun memory! :)
I don't have a lot of particular memories of my grandmother that passed away either, but what I do remember is that she was a kind, loving person. So I can identify with what you said here too.
Thinking about you guys a lot this week. I know there is a lot going on for you... Love!
I like this Veronica...thanks for sharing.
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