But it won’t be the same. The empty spot at the table. Your warmth. Desserts nowhere near as good as yours…There will not be a pumpkin pie for your daughters, or a sweet potato pie for your granddaughters.
I suppose you’ll enjoy your German chocolate cake in Heaven with the boys- Dad, Granddad, your grandson. You there. Us here. Grateful for what was and because of you, what still is. Feeling your love from afar.