(Here he is with pumpkin on the coast. It was a special trip and they had a special bond. I'm thankful that she has some wonderful memories of her Papa)
He was a wonderful communicator.
And terribly funny.
He told particularly funny stories.
Not always because the story was all that hilarious.
But the way he told it was.
(my cousins, my brother and I as kiddos jumping into the pool with my dad)
My son is an out and out HAM!
He's so talkative and silly.
But he has these serious moments where you look at him
and he's chattering.
Like he's thinking really hard
and is telling you something really important.
He repeats himself, we've noticed.
To further his point, I'm assuming.
We can't understand him yet
but we nod and accept what he's saying as truth.
I see dad in him.
(Bubby, 2 months old, meeting his Papa for the first time)
If Bubby was to have glasses
I imagine him to take them off and stare right into your eyes.
And share his very important bit. Just like my dad.
Sometimes dad would tell a story and he'd tell it with big arm movements
and loud outbursts. Just like Bub.
And if you zoned out for a few minutes,
you could come back and still be on the same page as dad.
I miss my dad and his stories.
He made life interesting.
(white socks, black shoes. So my dad. He also wore shorts all year long. Crazy man!)
I can't wait to see what stories and secrets Bubby has to unfold.
I don't want to miss a minute.