Papa, I wish you knew how close my heart was/is/and always will remain so connected to yours. My memories of you are more than shared time together. It’s an unexplained feeling of connectedness. As your granddaughter, I always looked up to you, I cherished our times in the pool -trying to escape the pool vacuum, climbing your spiral outdoor staircase, spitting the seeds of the purples grapes in the bushes as far as we could, going sailing, spending Easter’s together and watching Fantasia in your huge bedroom. But as I grew into an adult, and moved away and we didn’t get to spend physical time together, those memories remained and the love never faded. More than the short time we actually spent together, I realized my connection to you as your granddaughter was something special. My passion for health comes from you. My need to help others and this intrinsic desire to teach health to those in third world countries, along with my natural interest in psychological understanding and empathetic traits comes directly from you. That is something I never knew, but naturally had within me.
I’ve always longed to reconnect with you and feel so broken that the time has passed us by without getting to reconnect. I still feel your energy during football games and I still see your smile and hold dearly how happy I know we made you.
I know you’re in heaven, smiling down free of the pain this physical world has caused and free of all burdens and guilts. More so, I know your spirit only holds those cherished memories I mentioned and of all the good memories you shared with your loved ones and your colleagues and with those you were able to touch and help who you now are able to see how much you imprinted on their lives.
I love you so much, Papa, and I know we will get the opportunity to reconnect one day. You will always live on in my heart.