We went to my grandpa's funeral yesterday. He's been a member of our family for almost 20 years (as my grandma's second husband), and the only grandfather I've ever really known; yet, I learned more about his life during the hour-long funeral than I did in all the time I knew him alive.
My brother remarked how sad that was - that there was so much about this good man that we didn't know until he was gone. And I started to think about my own parents and siblings and whether I have 'gotten to know' them as well as I should. I think the verdict is that I haven't. While I don't necessarily know how my life should change to improve those relationships, I feel to pause a moment & reflect on truly living and loving in every moment. And choosing to play with the baby instead of spending any more time on this post. :)
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Well, he IS a very cute baby...
good choice, baby always wins. And I am so sorry about your grandpa.
You know, when my grandfather passed away two years ago, it was the same thing. He'd married again and we (my siblings, parents and myself) learned so much about my grandfather that we'd never known before. It does make you stop and think...
I'm sorry, Brittany. When my grandma passed away, I felt like I had been blessed to have lived with her for a short time a few months before she died. I wondered if I would have known her if I hadn't had that opportunity.
Thank you for putting things into perspective. We all need a little reminder every once in a while. I am sorry about your loss.
Thanks, Britt. very good post
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