I’ve been thinking a lot about those in my life that mean the most to me, as well as those who still mean the world to me but are no longer here with me. My Grandparents are very much apart of me wherever I am and wherever I go. Later this year, will mark 2 year since my Grandpa (on my Dad’s side) has been gone. My Nana (on my Dad’s side too) remarkably with all that she’s been through is still going, but not strong. I’m worried about her and think of her often and it just hurts me to know that those taking care of her, I don’t trust.
I really miss my Grandparents especially my Papa, he was always good to me and tried to do so much for me. He’s one of the reasons I love being on a boat. Every year when we went to their house in Oregon we always went on the boat whether it was to deep sea fish or just to hang out. I know he is just one reason why I am so stubborn but loving. It hurts that he only was able to see Layla one time in her life and that was around her first birthday (if we weren’t Military and lived closed, we would have visited him everyday if we could). He was the proudest Great Grandpa you ever seen. Even with Cancer taking over his body he tried to love her anyways, on the day we visited. He was just in awe of her and that gave me one of the best feelings in the world.
Here are several pictures we took that day:
My middle sister to the far right laughing uncontrollably…
L is doing her fighting move, cause she couldn’t stay still. My niece to the right with my other sister playing with her Mommy’s shirt.
That was the last time we could all be together like that with my Papa. Our elders should not be forgotten because they are the oldest, they should be remembered because we love them.
To My Grandparents: I will never forsake you, I will always love you.