730 Days!

So, 730 days have passed since my Papa has passed. That many days have gone by since I have seen his face, held his hand, smelled his aftershave and said my goodbyes. I can say whole-heartedly that not one of those days has gone by that I did not think of him, ask him for guidance or just see a photo of him and remember times from years gone by. I miss him terribly bad, not only because he was my grandpa but more because he was such a significant person in my life. I grieve today selfishly because I know he was ready to go home but I know that I am not grieving alone. He had such a profound affect on so many people that I am sure all over the place, people are remembering him today. I hope that they are all grieving quietly how they see fit, but I hope also that they are remembering fondly. Remembering his bear hugs, his ferocious laugh and painful love pats. Remembering an image of him sitting in his backyard with no shirt on listening to his favorite country songs. Remembering any memories they hold dear. I have more then I can write here so I will just hold on tight to them. They are precious and they are what I share with my babies. I love him so very much and I hope that from his eternal resting place he sees my tears, feels my love and hears my words.