I often sit and wonder what it would be like if you were here.
Would you still call me “doll”? Would hearing that make my cheeks turn several shades of pink as I immediately felt like a little girl again?
Would I still sit and listen, in complete amazement, at your old war stories?
Would our Saturday mornings still be full of breakfasts of bagels, lox, cream cheese, and whitefish salad?
Would you still have the same clock on top of your desk that chimed with each new hour?
Would we still ride on the ferris wheel, looking out across the ocean while we were stuck at the top?
Would you sit on the bench at 9th Street, feeding fresh Planters peanuts to the seagulls?
Would there be playful banter between you, a die hard Phillies fan, and my husband, a Mets fan? Would the two of you argue through each inning, calling the players ‘bums’, while you each secretly hoped the other team would lose?
Would you hold my children in your arms, with that same smile and big brown eyes gleaming down on them that always offered me comfort? Would you gaze at them with the same awe and wonder that I used to see when you looked at my firstborn?
Would you sing those same silly songs to them that I used to have whispered in my ear when I was a little girl?
Would you play ball with them, push them higher on the swings, and show them how to swim?
You would. All of this, you would.
Because this is who you were.
Kind, gentle, thoughtful, sincere, loving, and proud. So unbelievably proud of your family.
There is not a day that goes by that I don’t wish things were different. That you could still be here. Be a part of our family.
The wound is still deep, still open. There are times the pain is so fierce it shatters me inside. The reality of not having you here brings me to my knees.
I miss you.
With every passing day, each moment, I miss you.
Please, watch over us. Bring us comfort when I need it most.
Until we meet again…
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Kimberly
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Hi, my name is Kimberly! I am a wife of 1 and mom to 4. I'm a social media addict and book lover. This blog is a raw and honest look at life through my eyes. I capture the moments as I fumble through motherhood, marriage, and my new graphic design career. I am sometimes funny, a bit sarcastic, and always sleep deprived.
Twitter: AlisonSWLee
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I know how much you miss him.
I miss my grandmother so much, it’s like a permanent ache.
Sounds like I knew at least one person he’d have gotten along very well with. Who was very much like him.
Maybe they’re friends now, up there somewhere, watching over us.
I too often wonder the same things about my grandparents… there are so many things that I wish that they were here for. Instead I will settle for knowing that they’re here in spirit and that they’re happy with my life, my family, and have love for all of us.
Twitter: KirstenPiccini
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Hey sweet thing…first HUGS….I imagine you miss your grandpa the way I miss my daddy. I wonder so often about how he would look at me, now as a mom…and Gio and Jacob., my goodness I can only imagine that he would be so proud, so involved, so in love.
I am sorry that the ache is still so sore, but I know what it feels like and so I’m here..hugging you from here.
he’s taking care of you from there..I know it.
xoxo
Twitter: queenofchaosmom
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I feel so cheated that Leo’s dad never got to see him be a husband or father. That my kids will never see that their dad and their grandfather were so much alike. I hate that my Nana and Papa never got to meet my kids. My Nana was my best friend and my Papa, the ultimate protector and I miss them every single day. You are not alone in wondering…
What wonderful memories! I bet he is looking down at you making memories too.
This speaks volumes of how much you love and miss your grandfather. I’m sorry you have that loss. xo
Beautiful worlds. Your grandfather sounds like a wonderful man and I’m sure he’s looking down at your smiling and thinking to himself what a lovely life his granddaughter has made.
He was obviously a beautiful influence in your life. A treasure that you remember and keep alive in your heart. Thank you for sharing something so precious.
Since I lost my Grandfather last year I know your pain. It hurts.
Sounds like he was such an awesome grandfather. Even though he’s gone, I’m glad you have sweet memories of him.