Thoughts on a Girl and Her Great Grandpa
The bottom portion I originally posted in April of 2012. (You can read that original here .) The memory has been bright in my mind the past few days, as my grandpa’s health deteriorated and I sat by my phone and waited for the news. I keep thinking, “this is not a tragedy. Still, I cry.” Tomorrow, I will send my girls off to their first day of school. It’s a big year, starting sixth, fourth, second and kindergarten. Then alone in the house but for my tiny three legged dog, I will clean and pack and cry. I will look for more pictures. I will think about what a reunion in Heaven looks like. I will drive out to Richmond, Indiana, the small town that seems to be the main destination of my life. I will cry with my mom, with my sister, brothers, dad, cousins, the whole Homer bunch. We will also tell corny jokes and eat good food. But tonight, his passing still fresh and not quite sunken in all the way, I will lie in the darkness and bask in the bright memor...