Today would have been my grandpa's birthday, and it's the first one since he passed away in May of 2006. Grief comes in waves for me...sometimes for no reason at all, sometimes because it's a milestone, like today.
At times I feel a little guilty for being sad since I know he's in heaven where there's no more pain or suffering, and he's free from the restrictions of an aging body. He was a wonderful dancer, and I picture him up in heaven twirling with Nanny, rejoicing that he's finally home.
It's the human part of me, I suppose...I just miss him. I am thankful to the Lord for the gift of his life and for the many, many years he was with us. What a gift. That's a great thing to celebrate on this day, February 8th.
Poppop...we miss you. Happy Birthday.