Happy Memorial Day!
I woke up this morning thinking about my Pop
(maternal Grandfather). Having served through three military conflicts,
he was proud of his Air Force career. Although he has been gone for
almost 20 years, I continue to miss him and think of him daily. He was
such a special part of my life.
I visited my Mom this weekend
and it wasn't until I was driving home yesterday that I realized that we
hadn't been to the cemetery to lay flowers. I felt horrible, feeling
like the oversight was somehow disrespectful. Of course I know that my
Pop would not have been upset because he would have approved of what I
was doing. Between helping my Mom in her yard, visiting the local arts
festival and finding a left handed hockey stick for Robby, the two day
visit was extremely busy and productive. My Pop would want me busy and
active with life, not mournful and sad over his passing.
I didn't make it to the cemetery over this weekend, I did visit in
March. I went by myself, which hasn't happened since I was in college. I
enjoyed the solitude and I felt the presence of both my Pop and my Nan,
who is buried with him. I left with a renewed sense of strength,
feeling them both with me and believing that they would be proud of me.
thinking of my Pop today, but I'm not sad. I'm going to talk with Robby
again about his Great Grandfather, the wonderful soul after whom he was
named, and then we will go outside to play. Weather permitting, I
predict a day full of tadpole hunting and badminton in my future. I
can't think of a better way to spend the day!