I had an absolutely heartwrenching moment this morning.
My two and a half year old son was checking out my pictures on the mantle and stopped at a picture of my Busia and Grandpa.
"Who is this Mama?"
I explained it was Mama's Busia and Grandpa, which he understood since he knows Great Busia very well. Great Busia is Friday afternoon visits and M&M's and pop in wine glasses and window cleaning and chocolate cookies and pretty much anything else he can think of because Great Busia spoils the crap out of him - like a Great Busia should.
He stood quiet for a moment and then said, " That other different Grandpa?"
Yes...
"Where he live?"
My grandpa lives with angels, my love. He helped God decide how to best form you and then sent you on to us to make his beautiful bride laugh every Friday afternoon when he couldn't be here.
I really said, "Other Grandpa lives with Jesus."
More quiet. Then, very confidently..." We see him some day."
Then he hopped down and ran off to shoot his sister with a nerd gun. Which Other Grandpa probably found very amusing.
Grandpa, it breaks my heart that you didn't get to meet my amazing children here on earth. You and Mason would get into so much trouble together - and Ava would have you tied around her finger in about five seconds. But it comforts to me to think of you in heaven, laughing at all the antics of this next generation. I know my kids have the best guardian angel there is. Love you and miss you.
