He was a great Grandpa. I remember when I was little riding with him on his motorcycle and him playing music on the guitar or the keyboard. And of course his hugs. He also had this smile...I really don't know how to describe it, but just thinking of it and seeing him do it in my head makes me smile. Those are my favorite memories.
I've never really lost someone close to me before, and it's not something that you can easily describe to someone who hasn't. But there is a bit of comfort in this. He's not in any pain anymore. He was in a lot of pain the past few months, and he doesn't have that anymore.
I was telling someone that I kind of feel selfish in a way...now before you say "Alicia, you shouldn't feel selfish" let me explain what I mean. I feel selfish because I miss and I want him to be here because I miss him. That, to me, sounds a little selfish. I am glad that he's not in pain anymore, but it's still (of course) hurts.
Another comfort (for the family) is that fact that we'll always have him around...that sounds a little creepy, but, along with pictures of him, we also have his voice. A few years ago, he and two of his music buddies recorded a CD and he is singing a few of the songs. It's nice, so whenever I miss him, I can just pull out my iPod or cell phone (because of course I've now put it on there).
Because it happened so close to Thanksgiving and Christmas, it's going to be a little more difficult for everyone I think. But we have so much still to be thankful for, he went peacefully. He's not in pain anymore. And we still have each other to comfort. And still more people praying for us.
So thank you everyone who's been praying. Thank you to everyone who's sent us little notes and cards. It really means more than I can express.
"May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant."
Psalm 119:76
