Champion of mine
Last night..I didn’t believe her, and I am still trying to wrap my mind around life without you here. I feel robbed of moments, an unfair reality of distance and time. I don’t know why I didn’t write more…
I am so glad I traveled to see you two years ago. Nothing will ever touch those weeks suspended in summer air. I marvel at your stories of you getting in your plane and flying out of state for the day simply because you were bored. A man of no boundaries. Some people live their whole life never seeing lightning strike.
I remember country roads, me sitting on your lap behind the wheel my feet barely dangled beyond the edge of seat, but you let me believe I was driving us home. It was at your house that I learned how to catch fireflies and sit around a bonfire with sticks in the flames. I was your Tomcat :) because I hiked mountains and got dirt on my knees just like the boys. And when I got hurt, you would set me your knee and kiss my hand as if to write every wrong this world presented.
I will always remember the way you embraced me, I swore one day your beard would rub my face off. When you greeted me you would ask “How’s my heart doctor doing today?”..As if someday I could fix you. I wish I had the medicine. I wish I could hold your hand again. I need your biting humor. Your stern voice. I need you, because my son needs to know you. Selfish, yes I am being selfish, I needed you to hold on just a little longer, until I visit one more time. But if loving means letting you go free..then you don’t have to worry about me clinging to regret..you are free to rest..in the deepest peace.
We all love you so much Grandpa. Until next time.