I have been remembering lately some of the 'little' things he used to do too. Like how he'd watch me drink a glass of milk with breakfast and smile..knowing I was drinking something that was good for me. Or how he'd grab my hand..for no reason..and rub it and look at it so intently..like it was the first time he'd ever seen it before. It was like he was taking in everything as much as he possibly could. He'd look at me and wouldn't have to say the words "I Love You"..it was in his eyes. I wonder what nicknames he would have given to the great grandkids he never got to meet. He had a way of coming up with some crazy nickname for each kid. For me, it was "Ho-Ho"..simply because I was born in december. Anytime I come across something that says ho-ho-ho..I always think of him.
No doubt he would have loved to of seen the husbands and wives, the mothers and fathers, all his grandchildren have become. My comfort is knowing he watches over all of us..and that one day..we'll be reunited......
