I meant to write this a few days ago but I just didnt get around to it.
On February 5th, 19 years ago, my Grandpa Shirl passed away.
only at the age of 57.
less than a year before I was born.
I am the youngest grandchild and so I am the only one who didn't get to meet my grandpa here on this earth, and I often wonder why. I constantly am hearing stories about my grandpa and how much he loved spending time with the grandkids. My grandma always tells me how much he would have spoiled me and how much he would have loved to come to my dance performances and piano recitals. I wish he was still here to be with my grandma, and with the family at our parties.
My grandma and my parents always joke and tell me that he picked me out special and sent me down to our family. Although I don't know if that is necessarily true, I know that he is watching over me. I've never met him, yet I feel close to him. I have felt him by my side at different times in my life. I try to make him proud, and I can't wait to be with him and all of our family again together someday.
Families Are Forever
Love you Grandpa
