Today is the 3-year anniversary since you said goodbye to us here on earth and joined our heavenly father. Not a single day does by that I don’t miss you. I still see you in my dreams every once in a while, where you smile at me and I know you are happy and safe and missing me. I wake up and I thank God, each time, for giving me that gift.
I wish you were still here. I know Mom still really misses you during the Holidays. Tanner received his Eagle that spring after you passed and dedicated his ceremony in your memory. We all cried as he spoke of your remembrance and continued encouragement throughout our lives. You would have been very proud of him.
Hunting season began this weekend and of course it only made me think of you. Dad has a trip planned for elk weekend; it’s been years. It reminds me of being a little girl again— seeing him come home after a long, hunting weekend away with you.
Every year I get anxious for a second when the leaves start to turn and the cold air arrives because I know fall is here. It’s only a reminder of the countdown of days until we think about that cold, awful day in October—we endured years ago. I still cry some days when I think about how broken my heart when I found out you were gone.
I was your little girl. I was spoiled and loved every second by you and I believe that my life is better for it. I get sad when I think about not being able to dance with you at my wedding. But then, I smile; when I remember the big, tough guardian angel I now have to walk beside me, forever. I graduated from college this year—I wish you could have been there, you would have been so proud of me. GO BEAVS, right!?!
These past two years, on your anniversary, I have started the tradition of taking a shot of whisky in your honor, and today at dinner will be no different. Here’s to you Grandpa and the many happy years you spent here on earth…
I am thinking about you today and most of all remembering this was the last day we spent together; drinking whisky & water and dancing at Courtney’s wedding to Eric Clapton. I hope, as long as I live—I never forget that wonderful memory.
I believe that when we die we go someplace peaceful that keeps us young and celebrating with those who have arrived there before us. I can’t wait to see you there someday.
and until then—I will be missing you.