Monday, September 29, 2003

A lot to say but what really matters. So much has happened in the past 8 days but when I look back on them there is one thing that really stands out. This past Saturday my Grandpa died. I plan to devote this entry to him and to my memories of him. Maybe next week I will include some of the other things that happened.

This is all so fresh in my mind and I really don't know how to respond. I want to say so much yet the thoughts never make it to the screen and somehow that's ok. I guess the important thing is remembering all the good times we had and how great of a life my grandfather lived.

When my grandfather died he was 75 years old. I can't began to think of all the stories and memories that he had to share. I am just so thankful for the years that I had with him. This summer I was fortunate enough to spend a few weeks working for my uncle and staying with my grandparents. Although I spent most of the days working, I did have the opportunity to talk to my grandparents much more than I normally would have. This was yet another way that God worked in my life through my summer plans.

My cousin wrote a poem that really describes many of the feelings that I have. If you would like a copy I'm sure she wouldn't mind me sharing it.

I would love to tell you more but I really don't feel up to it, I think it is time to go to bed.