Monday was my Dad's birthday. If he was still with us, it would have been #74 for him. Something dawned on me that day. This year marks 18 years since his death. I was 18 when he died. That means that I have now officially been without him as long as I was with him. I feel jipped. I had the best dad, and I only got 18 years with him??? Then I thought...wait, I got 18 years with the BEST dad. That's way better than 40 years with a crappy dad. But, now I feel jipped for my kids. They will never meet their Grandpa Ernie (on this earth). They are jipped. My dad would have LOVED them SO much.
Anyway, not to start a pity party or anything.....
I wanted to make sure that my kiddos know their Grandpa as best they can. We made a visit to the cemetary. On our way, Jacob asked where we were going. Kyle said, "We're going to see Momma's dad, your Grandpa". So, when we got to the cemetary, Jacob sat down at the grave, put his hands on the headstone and said, "Is this where Papa lives?" Sweet and sad all at the same time. And I love that he just automatically called him "Papa". Melts my heart. Here's some pics....
As you can see, Jordyn slept through the whole thing.....haha.
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