He sang to me...
My grandfather sang to me....so many silly little songs. I'm not sure I remember them all... but I remember a lot of them, and now I sing them to my children. They say, "Mommy sing us the songs your Grandpa sang to you!" and I know which ones they mean. From "Greasy grimy gopher guts" to "Goodnight Irene" we go through the list.... and then we do it again.
I feel very blessed to have so many wonderful memories of my Grandfather. He was the most amazing person, and so influential on my young life. So much of what I learned about patience, kindness, strength, honor, and love came from that man. There literally isn't one single day that passes without a thought of him. Everything reminds me of him, in one way or another. I know that he is still with me, that he watches over me, that he directs me in some unseen way. "There are more than angels watching over me... I believe."