While my eyes have run out of water, I thought I'd share a little about a wonderful man I've been blessed to know. This is Grandpa Paul, and I love him.
For the last 11 years, I've spent most Sundays with him, Grandma and most of Chris' family. They have treated me like their own. Ever week when we arrive, Grandpa would stand to hug me, no matter how much I told him to stay seated. He's made sure each of my children knew how much they are loved and took the time to talk to them, no matter how small.Both Grandma and Grandpa would give you the shirt off their backs if you asked for it, I know because they have.
As I spent the last 24 hours around the rest of the family, I've heard lots of great stories and remembered many of my own. I can't believe we've said good-bye. As the family presses on this week, I know that he will watch over each and everyone of us. He'll probably be yelling down from heaven, "if you wanna cry, go outside!"
Grandpa, we love you and you will be forever missed.