it’s been 6 years and i still cry…

I can’t believe it, but it has been six years since my Grandpa passed away.  As I sit here, I have a huge lump in my throat, ready to start balling at the drop of a hat.

My Grandpa was an amazing man.  He was a Godly man and I was so incredibly thankful that I was able to spend SO much of my life with him.  My Grandma is still here with us and I am blessed by that woman too.

I was so thankful that my Lili was able to meet by Grandpa Ross.  This picture is the last one that I have of him…

Look at her smiling!  Those memories will never be erased in my mind.

Yah, now I am crying again.  On that note, a funny story.  We were getting pedicures the other day and the person doing mine asked what the tattoo on my foot meant.  I started crying.  So embarasing, yet funny.  But I started crying because I have three little foot prints.  They thought it represented my kids.  It represents the Footprints poem.  My Grandpa’s favorite…

I have no doubts where he is.  There is no week (honestly, each day) that I go by without thinking about him.  I just wonder when the pain of missing him goes away?  Does it ever?  And with him being my first Grandparent that has passed away, will I have the pain in my heart with every other passing?

I miss him, but I know I will see him again.  He is up there watching down and hopefully smiling! 🙂  I wish he were here, but I know that where he is beats anything that we have down here!