My grandfather was reportedly always a gruff, crotchety man; I think that’s because he was saving that soft spot in his heart for my arrival. He had other grandchildren, but anyone in my family will tell you that there was just something different about him when I was around.
I don’t know what I did to deserve such a special love from my Pap Pap, but since he passed away 10 years ago this summer, I’ve thought about him every single day, doing my best to keep his voice alive in my head, to remember his smell, to envision that scowl.
And I always, always wake up with a smile and a tear after he has visited me in my dreams.
I snapped this photo the other day as I was waiting for the bus after having enjoyed my gelato:
There are few things in the world that give me warm fuzzies like seeing a little girl with her grandfather.
Happy Love Thursday everyone!
Do you have special memories with your grandfather?