Six months ago today, I read this at my grandpa’s funeral…
I went for a run this afternoon and was thinking about you and all the wonderful things you have done for me throughout my life. I want to thank you for being the only man who has loved me since the day I was born. I’ve heard the story 100 times, but always still love when you tell the story of coming home from work after I was born and coming down the hall to talk to me. That’s when our bonding started. I’ll never forget thinking there was a fire in your house and getting ready to run outside, but you caught up to me as I was halfway down the hall. Christmas Eve at your house was always my favorite day of the year and favorite childhood memory-ham salad, all our family, and passing out all the presents was always so much fun. I especially love that you were the man to walk me down the aisle to Jeff and dancing to “It’s a Wonderful World” at my wedding. I hope you’ll be looking down on Jeff and I when we celebrate our 50th anniversary in another 44 years.
You are and will always be one of the most important people in my life and I thank God for you and that you gave me an amazing, strong mom who did a fantastic job raising me alone for many years and the sweetest nicest grandma a girl could ask for. She’s the only person I know that doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.
I hope you know how much I love you and want you to promise me that you’ll check in on us from time to time. The boys will grow up knowing what an amazing great-grandfather they had and you will always be in my heart.
I love you-Jessica
I still find myself talking to him often esp during my solo runs and I know he is looking down, smiling at us all, and being proud of his family.