This is the blogging challenge for Memorial Day "week" posted on 2peas. It couldn't have come at a more perfect time for me. Monday night, while I was saying prayers and tucking my Joshua into bed, he looked up at me and asked, "Mommy, what was your Daddy like?" That question just totally caught me off guard. It's not very often that I talk to the boys about my dad. It's not because I don't think about him. It's not because there aren't any stories to share. It's because it hurts. I lost him when I was 13 years old.
Josh's question made me stop and think. My poor children have no clue who their Grandpa was. They don't know that he was a great man with an outrageous sense of humor. There is just so much that I could share with them. He was a wonderful, loving, committed husband and father. He would have made the most awesome grandpa.
My parents had three children....all girls. My father wanted a son so badly. He had boy names picked out for all of us. Mine was Joshua Robert. I named my 4th son this. I wish so badly he was here to enjoy his grandchildren. I miss him everyday of my life.
I was daddy's little girl. We were inseparable. He was the single most influential person in my life. He taught me responsibility. He taught me the value of laughter. He instilled in me the importance of education. He helped lead me to make the decision to give my life to Christ. I owe him so much.
The least I can do is make sure my boys know about their grandfather, that they know how proud of them he must be.