Papa

My Meme and Papa

Yesterday marked 4 years since my Papa (my Grandpa) passed away.  I don't talk about his death, or him, very often because I very quickly well up with tears (as I am now and I'm only two sentences in). 

I cry not because of fear of where he is.  No.  I know he is with our Lord.  He is happy.  He is healthy.  He is free from this world.  He is dancing and singing praises to our sweet Savior.

I cry because I miss him of course.  I miss his whole wheat pancakes he would make for breakfast.  I miss his weird dinner concoctions that we now call "The Papa Meal".  I miss working on projects with him.  I miss his voice.  I miss him at family get togethers. 

 I just miss him.

He was such a wonderful man.  He loved his family so much.  He was a hard worker (a perfectionist).  He was generous and kind.  He was funny and sweet.

I wish I could thank him for being these things.  For spiritually leading my family and caring for us.  For watching my sister and I so often.  For coming to watch me cheer (even though I'm sure he wasn't a fan).  For dropping whatever he was doing to come pick me up from school because my car wouldn't start.  For helping me with school projects.  For playing such a big role in my life.  I wish I had another shot.  Another chance to thank him and tell him how much he meant means to me.   

I love him and miss him.  He was the best Papa a girl could ask for.