My Grandfather

People say that daughters usually marry someone that reminds them of their father. In my case, I think I choose someone that reminds me of my grandfather. Grandpa Pottinger has been skinny his whole life, much like Trevan. He loves eating! In fact, his favorite thing is candy. Needless to say, Christmas gifts for grandpa were always a dead giveaway. I would get him a big bag of candy that he would take to his room and eat little by little till the following Christmas.

One of my favorite things about grandpa Pottinger is his passion for life. Whether he was telling a story about ghosts, or one about his neighbors, emotions would run so high in him that he would start crying! His enthusiasm rubbed off sometimes and we would all be crying after a sad story.

Although we never talked much, it was always pleasant to just sit his front deck and see him say hello to the people that passed by.

This year I want to take Trevan to meet grandpa Pottinger...It was approximately 9 in the morning on Friday when my phone rang. It was my father..."Grandpa died at 4:45 this morning" WHAT? Oh No! My heart sank and my head started to pound.

Yes, grandpa was 96 and he had some health problems, but death always takes you by surprise. I find myself asking selfish questions: Why couldn't grandpa wait till next year so Trevan would have a chance to meet him? Why did he leave me? What am I suppose to do now that I don't have a grandpa anymore (my other grandpa died before my parents were married)?

Finally I am coming to grips with the reality that I am not going to have my family with me forever. I am thankful to God for the opportunity to visit my granny this year, and I pray that He will keep my grandma Pottinger alive long enough for me to see her again.