Growing up, I was blessed to live close to both sets of grandparents. One day when I was in kindergarten, Grandpa Bernard, (the grandpa we’ve been recently living with) was babysitting my brother and I.
I was a somewhat creative, incredibly bossy child. On this particular day I was reading an issue of Highlights for children (anyone remember this magazine? Probably most often found in pediatrician’s waiting rooms…) and I ran across a game that involved ranking pictures 1st, 2nd, etc. based on what stage the picture was in. This specific game was numbering the creation of a rag doll. 1st the material is cut, 2nd the body is stitched, etc.
I took this game as instructions for how to create a rag doll and I was determined to follow suit, grandpa my accomplice.
God bless my grandpa. The doll shown above is the doll. Grandpa actually helped me sew this doll and then use a marker to draw on her
I’ve learned the past 24 hours that there are many different ways to say that someone has died. They’ve passed away. They’ve left us. They’ve expired.
Grandpa is gone. I’m relieved for him, but sad, nonetheless. I could tell you hundreds of stories that would make you laugh or maybe even gasp, but tonight, I leave you with a picture of this handsome man whom I am so proud to be a descendant of.
Miss you, grandpa…