Tearful Thoughts

Today in church I was sitting with Willard, Joselyn and Ephraim (Dewey was working and Ben stayed home with a sick Ruby). The program had a picture of men in uniform doing a 21 gun salute. Willard showed it to me and asked me if I remembered my grandpa Grant's funeral. I nodded and he sat thinking for a minute before he leaned over and said, " I wish my grandpa were here on the earth with me so I could see him." My eyes quickly watered because I have felt the same things many times. Dewey's dad was a giant of a man in body and spirit. I only knew him for a short three years before he passed away and I still miss him too. He was someone everyone looked up to and he had firm values that no one could sway. He was honest and kind and funny. He loved babies, and I couldn't walk into the room with Ben without him taking him away to sit on the floor with him and play. One of my favorite pictures is of him on his belly on the floor playing with 3 month old Ben. He also instilled in his boys a love for baseball, and I know that he would be at every game if he could. So I leaned over to Willard and told him that his grandpa is there, that we may not be able to see him, but we could feel him if we tried hard enough.