I need to take a minute to share what's always on my mind at this time of year. February comes and it's not flowers and hearts I first think of, it's my Grandpa. Our Papa Bear. What can I say about this man who taught us so much? Certainly nothing that fully grasps the profound impact he had. Words don't come when I try to explain just how much we loved him then and now.
I simply know no words.
Five years after his passing and I still cry myself to sleep some nights over how much I miss him.
In quiet moments, I can almost smell his skin and when I think hard enough, I remember the way his hugs felt.
I know I will see him again but selfishly, I want him now.
The only thing I can think to say, and I hope that I said it at our final goodbye:
In loving memory.
born February 29th, 1920 returned February 22nd, 2006