Grandparent's

Sunday was my grandfather's birthday. I thought of him quite often that day and everyday since. It has made me ponder of grandparent's and how special they are. My grandpa (papaw) was the kindest gentlest man I have ever known. He loved me like no other and always made me feel so incredibly loved! I remember sitting on his lap and going for pony rides on his back! I remember the sweetest kiss on my cheek that was usually ten in one. But mostly what I have always been able to keep with me, I knew I was grandpa's Angel! He told me every time I talked to him. Trust me, I was no angel but I was his angel! He made me feel special and that has stayed with me my whole life and helped me to understand how important it is to feel special. To feel loved. To know that someone cares about you and cares for you. Someone that knows of the potential you have. He taught me that education is the most important gift we can give ourselves and our children. Everyone has someone in their life that no matter what we don't want to disappoint. He was that person for me. I wanted him to be proud of me and my accomplishments. He was a man of honor and accepted nothing less from the people he loved. He was one of the most special men I have had the honor of knowing. He passed on his birthday. I knew that he was in the hospital and he had been intibated waiting on a decision to operate which he was willing to do. I called the day before his birthday to check on him. He was doing as well as expected for the condition his heart was in. I knew I couldn't talk to him. I asked the nurse if she could do me a favor. She said sure, what do you need? I asked if she could give him a message. She said sure what would you like to say? I said, "Please tell him Grandpa's angel said hi and she Loves HIM!!" I waited for her to return to the phone. She came back and told me that a tear rolled down his cheek when she told him. It was a comfort that I was able to tell him! The next day was his birthday. I was on the phone with the florist ordering his flowers when the other line rang. I asked them to hold while I answered it. It was my sweet grandmother. She was calling to tell me that my Grandfather had not made it. I miss him everyday of my life he was the best of the best and truly one of my heroes! I have no greater memories than the ones of him.