What a week.
A transatlantic flight. A terrible loss. A veteran's funeral. A doctor's visit. And a surgery.
What. A. Week.
Grampa. Look how daper you were. I remember how you always looked like you'd just come in from a day of driving down the golf course and how you always smelt like the licorice candies you loved. I loved that you had a sweet tooth- there were always candy bowls at the ready and you let me sneak an extra when my mama wasn't watching. Everyone that ever met you melted at your sweet demeanor and perpetual smile. And your perfectly combed hair :)Although the circumstances have been less than preferable... it's been lovely getting to spend some quality time with my family. The morning after we found out about my grampa's passing I took my mom and my brother for a dawn hike up Stone Mountain... I think the solitude and fresh air was a welcome comfort for my poor mama. There's something about being up above everything just as the day awakens... it's the purest therapy.
Plants amaze me. I know humans adapt to all sorts of environments but that idea is so epitomized by blossoms out of something as unsympathizing as granite. It's a beautifully tangible metaphor for our hike.
Grampa's service was held at the Veteran's Memorial in Canton, Ga. A man named Scott Hudgens donated 778 acres of land to the Memorial and it's simply gorgeous. Up in the Georgia mountains overlooking Lake Allatoona... I can't think of a lovelier place to lay my grampa to rest.
You are loved and so missed <3
Dec 17, 1918 - Mar 30, 2012
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