It is very sad that this previously torn picture is the only photo that ANYONE I know has of him. What is even more sad, is I have absolutely NO information about him. I have no idea what he was like! I know nothing about his personality! I have no stories about him! I know nothing – except his name and how he died.
He is my father’s father and he died in a coal mining accident when my dad was just 3 and my aunt was a baby. Since my grandmother and my father have also passed, and my aunt was too young to remember him, and I know of no other remaining family members – my grandfather has been lost to me.
I know, however, that I am not lost to my sweet grandpa! I know he knows me! I believe if he were alive when I was a child, he would have held me on his knee – and loved me! I believe that even though he is on the other side, he is still my grandfather – and therefore must still love me!
I cannot wait to meet him. I know he knows I love him too – just because he’s mine. I cannot wait to see him on the other side – and finally say, “Grandpa?”
In the meantime, I will be passing on story after story of my FATHER to my CHILDREN, who also never knew their grandfather! I will make sure they know what he was like, how he looked, how he walked, how he sounded! I will tell them how he LOVED children, especially his grandchildren! I will tell my son he got his grandfather’s hair! I will tell my daughter, she has his eyes! I will tell them how he lived and loved. I will make sure their grandfather does not feel lost to them.
I will make sure that when MY children meet THEIR grandfather on the other side, they will know him, and say….”Grandpa!”