This post is happening with no spell/grammar checks other than the one on my tiny little phone, so I am apologizing in advance. I'm lying here after a day at the park with my boys , and I can't help but think about how much I wish my Gramps could have been there cheering with me.
It's been over a year since we lost that wonderful man. There are days it sucks, and there are days it really sucks. Tonight, when I was pouring myself a bowl of cereal (as I do frequently for dinner on the nights the boys are with their dad.) I reached into my drawer to grab a spoon and started sobbing. This seems like a stupid thing to cry over, I realize that. But I'll explain.
When I got divorced, I was the one who left. And because of the circumstances, I literally left with the clothes on my back, and showed up at my parents house in tears. My parents and my grandparents searched for weeks to find a place for the boys and I. They found one, and it is right where I belong. The day my dad closed on my house, my gramps went in for yet another surgery, and before they took him back, my dad walked into his room and said "well, Meg's a home owner!" My first response was "oh man- I gotta get some crap to put in that thing!"
After my gramps got home, I went to see him, we chatted about the new house, and life "post divorce" He always told me he knew I'd done the right thing, and I truly believe I did. Before I left, my sweet grandma handed me a check and said "we know you need dishes and silverware, go get some." I, of course broke down in tears like I am right now as I write this post....but I am so thankful for this damn spoon I'm eating my fruity pebbles with. Not because I love to shovel fruity pebbles in my mouth as fast as Kim Kardashian does cheeseburgers, but because they are a reminder of the little things that my gramps would do for me, that meant so much.
Every day I am amazed at the kindness my family portrays to one another. And everyday, I know that it all started with one great mans example.
I love you till the day after forever gramps! Thank you for allowing me to be your "little punky"
Meg
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