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Time flies...
Feb. 16th, 2006 01:14 pmI can hardly believe it. One year. 365 days (don't worry, I don't plan on counting minutes or seconds. That's just too anal for me today). One year since my grandfather, my papa, passed away. You don't realize how much someone matters until they're gone. How much they touch your life in little ways every day.
I miss talking to him every Sunday morning.
I miss sending him pictures of Piper, and I miss him calling to tell me how pretty she is, 'just like her mother'.
I miss him sending me a card for my birthday, the one where he writes so small I can barely read it. It doesn't matter, though. It always said the same thing, and it always made me smile.
I miss the giftcard for my birthday, even though he sent it to Piper (so she could take me out to dinner without me paying for it).
I miss his lessons in German. He was an immigrant, so the blood still runs strong in the family, so he decided to try and teach his grandkids to speak it. I was the only one that seemed to care to learn, so I can now curse quite well in German. (My mother hates it, too ^__^) He always thought it was funny.
I miss the letters I know I'll never get again, just to tell me he loved me.
I'll miss him at Piper's wedding, because she'd decided that she wanted her Papa (my dad) and her Great-Papa (my papa) to walk her down the aisle, not that idiot of an ex of mine.
I'll even miss him trying to beat me at poker. Not that it mattered much. He's the one person I ever let win against me.
He was a soldier, a father, a patriot, a gentleman, a comedian and a spoiler of many dinners. Ice cream was a food group to him (chocolate was a favorite, but he'd eat any kind without argument). He wasn't a scholar, and he wasn't a naysayer. He held strong beliefs and even stronger morals. He was a hard worker and tried to instill that doctrine in his progeny. It didn't really sink in with me, but he also always told me, "You're too smart to work too hard. YOU can work SMARTER, not HARDER."
He loved his great-granddaughter with all his heart and wanted to make sure she was taken care of for the future. He was thrifty by nature, and it used to irritate the hell out of me, until I found out why. After he passed away, Piper and I were awarded a decent amount of money, only to be used for an emergency or Piper's college (even though he wanted her to get scholarships). In his will, he said we were the only ones out of his grandkids that deserved anything. I was proud of that fact.
He was the one that talked dad into forgiving me when I had Piper. Dad and I hadn't spoken for four months before that.
He never saw me as the cynical bitch I seem like to most others. I was just his granddaughter, and to him, that was more than enough to absolve me of the shadows in my past.
A LOT has changed in the past year. I wish I could share it all with him.
Ich liebe und vermisse dich, papa.
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If you actually read all of this, I'm sorry I droned on. ^^ Also, thank you for keeping me mostly sane for the last year. I ♥ you guys!
I miss talking to him every Sunday morning.
I miss sending him pictures of Piper, and I miss him calling to tell me how pretty she is, 'just like her mother'.
I miss him sending me a card for my birthday, the one where he writes so small I can barely read it. It doesn't matter, though. It always said the same thing, and it always made me smile.
I miss the giftcard for my birthday, even though he sent it to Piper (so she could take me out to dinner without me paying for it).
I miss his lessons in German. He was an immigrant, so the blood still runs strong in the family, so he decided to try and teach his grandkids to speak it. I was the only one that seemed to care to learn, so I can now curse quite well in German. (My mother hates it, too ^__^) He always thought it was funny.
I miss the letters I know I'll never get again, just to tell me he loved me.
I'll miss him at Piper's wedding, because she'd decided that she wanted her Papa (my dad) and her Great-Papa (my papa) to walk her down the aisle, not that idiot of an ex of mine.
I'll even miss him trying to beat me at poker. Not that it mattered much. He's the one person I ever let win against me.
He was a soldier, a father, a patriot, a gentleman, a comedian and a spoiler of many dinners. Ice cream was a food group to him (chocolate was a favorite, but he'd eat any kind without argument). He wasn't a scholar, and he wasn't a naysayer. He held strong beliefs and even stronger morals. He was a hard worker and tried to instill that doctrine in his progeny. It didn't really sink in with me, but he also always told me, "You're too smart to work too hard. YOU can work SMARTER, not HARDER."
He loved his great-granddaughter with all his heart and wanted to make sure she was taken care of for the future. He was thrifty by nature, and it used to irritate the hell out of me, until I found out why. After he passed away, Piper and I were awarded a decent amount of money, only to be used for an emergency or Piper's college (even though he wanted her to get scholarships). In his will, he said we were the only ones out of his grandkids that deserved anything. I was proud of that fact.
He was the one that talked dad into forgiving me when I had Piper. Dad and I hadn't spoken for four months before that.
He never saw me as the cynical bitch I seem like to most others. I was just his granddaughter, and to him, that was more than enough to absolve me of the shadows in my past.
A LOT has changed in the past year. I wish I could share it all with him.
Ich liebe und vermisse dich, papa.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
If you actually read all of this, I'm sorry I droned on. ^^ Also, thank you for keeping me mostly sane for the last year. I ♥ you guys!
