Missing Grandpa

So I went to the gym yesterday before meeting some friends for dinner. While I was on the cardio machine, I couldn't help but watch this older man leaving the gym in his walker. I smiled at him as he left and suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes. His eyes, something about this man, reminded me of my Grandpa. My grandpa has been in heaven looking down on us for almost 8 years. I miss him tremendously. He was/is a man I adored and truly admired, a great person through and through. He was such a presence. Not in the loud, boisterous way, but in a quiet, gentle, calming way. He would put you at ease just sitting with him. I miss him so much.

I talk with him frequently, asking him to look down on and watch over us and especially Grandma, the true love of his life. He and my grandma gave me hope that true love exists and watching the two of them dance whenever and wherever made me want that for myself. I, of course, ask him for some pull in the baby making department, he's got to have some connections up there.

He was a great man and he taught me the value of family and being proud of who you are and where you came from. The man loved and accepted everyone. There is not one person in my family who would ever doubt Grandpa's love. His eyes said it all. And something about the way that man looked at me at the gym. Even that brief glance, was my grandpa's eyes speaking to me. Telling me not to give up, telling me he's there, and maybe just telling me he's still listening.

I miss you Grandpa, and I know you're pulling for me. I want so badly to have a baby so that my child will one day have a relationship with my dad, their grandpa, the way I did with you! My dad is my hero and I know it is because he is exactly like you. Please keep blessing us and looking over us. I love you!