Ok, time for my first non-fitness post since everyone said they'd still read even if I diversified my posts a little.
The priest at church today told a story in his homily about his hero, which was timely for me because my hero died 22 years ago on 11/1/1986 - just after midnight on Halloween.
My hero is my grandpa "Toby" on my mom's side, and although it's been 22 years since he died, hardly a day goes by when I don't think of him. I can still see his face and hear his voice, and I still have dreams about him.
My parents had me when they were young, and because they both worked, he helped raise me and shares the credit with my parents for the values I have today. He was a great example for me and had an impact on the lives of many people, and I still ask myself what he would do in certain situations, especially those involving my own children.
I miss him as much today as I did right after he died. I wish my kids could have met him, but since they couldn't, the best I can do is to keep him alive in my heart so they can experience him through me. I hope I'm doing a good job. I'm sure I could do better, and I'm always trying.
3 days ago
2 comments:
Comments from an email my mom sent - I don't think she'd mind me posting:
"I just read your blog and it brought tears to my eyes. I always have such a bittersweet day on Nov 1. Doesn't get any easier as the years pass by either. I'm glad you remember him so well because he was the true definition of a "gentle man"."
That's a wonderful story about your grandpa. Thanks for sharing it! Love the new picture of you, too!
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