Jake’s grandpa died almost two weeks ago. Richard was a good man. A very good man. He was the quintessential Hoosier. Born and raised on the farm, high school basketball star, married the homecoming queen, and lived a quiet, peaceful, giving life. He was everything the obituary said, and more, but for some reason, those black letters on the paper hurt me again. He was preceded in death by his great-granddaughters, Sydney and Carynne.
The service at his funeral was given by the same man that did the girls’ funeral. As he gave his closing remarks, he said he could just see Richard now, sitting somewhere rocking two sweet baby girls. It was so very nice of him to remember our girls during his remarks. His simple words meant a lot to me, and for that I am thankful
I like to think he is rocking those little sweathearts.
I am sure he is holding them close and rocking with them.