The hope that I will one day see you again deadens the sting of your passing. A lot of life has happened in the last two years that I sure I wish I could have shared with you. One of the last things you told me before you passed was that “You were my life, and now Isaac is yours.” Two years and an Alice later, I think I finally get it.
When Isaac was a newborn, I thought that kids were simply a sacrifice of time, money, and sleep. How very pragmatic of me?!? You were very sick when he was a newborn and I never told you how hard of a time I was having. Being a dad was harder than I ever could have imagined.
As I reflect back on the last two years and the wisdom you shared with me, your words have become a reality. Your grandbabies are my life.
I love them. I treasure them. I live for them. To hell with the time, money and sleep.
The last time I spoke to you, I told you that “you did it.” You lived life with an open heart, full of joy. You loved Dad with everything you had. You lived to see your only son get married, buy a house, start a business, and have his first kid. And at the very end, you kicked death in the teeth. You passed with grace and love, even though you got dealt a really shitty hand. You nailed it.
I will think of you and draw strength from your memory for all of my days.