Memories...

So we are in Florida. Trying to enjoy the vacation we were supposed to leave for on Tuesday but it just isn't that easy. It has been a rough week to say the least. I think that today was even a little harder for me than some days earlier in the week. I am not sad for Poppy because I know he is in a better place. I think what I am struggling with most is all the family times and events he was always there for that he won't be at now. My heart breaks for my daddy. They spent so much time together and I know that he will feel lost without him. I hated to even leave to come down here feeling like we needed to be home with family! I know that it will get easier with time but he was such a big part of our lives and we were all close to Poppy. You can't help but have all those memories from childhood and even adulthood come flooding back. You see, I spent many summers at Poppy and Grangran's house while mom and dad were working. I would watch TV, follow Poppy around to the basement or the barn. He was always working on something. He might be working on a car or just piddlin' making something. I would play with all his tools and look at all the things he had made. He is the one who taught me how to ride horses. We spent many a day riding around the fields at his house! He was the best! Grangran would always be piddlin' around the house and would always make sure we had something good to eat for lunch! If I got tired of piddlin' with Poppy and Grangran I could always walk across the field over to Uncle Jo and Aunt Edna's house and aggravate them for a while. Every, did I say EVERY Saturday night memory that I have growing up was spent with the whole family going out to eat. In those days about all we had was Quincy's, Shoney's and Cracker Barrel. It was always Poppy, Grangran, Uncle Jo and Aunt Edna, us and whoever else would tag along. We would end up at either Poppy and Grangran's house or Uncle Jo and Aunt Edna's house afterwards. Looking back these were some special times! I would always stay with Poppy and Grangran the week of VBS at Poplar Grove. The bus from church would come by and pick me up! The church was only a mile down the road! Christmas Eve's at Poppy and Grangran's house until Grangran got sick. Poppy then came to my house every Christmas morning since Dylan was born and would watch the boys open their presents. I don't think he missed a single year! Poppy was always at our Christmas with mom and dad. He was always at the boys birthday parties and everyone else's birthday dinners we had. We were always having supper at mom and dad's...mom always makes sure we are well fed. She always made sure Poppy had enough food to take home for a few days of meals also! His morning breakfasts with dad and his Saturday spent working on the building the hot rod with dad or restoring the old '48 Ford. Too many memories to share and ones that will never be forgotten. I am so thankful that Dylan Mason and Jack got to know Poppy. Poppy was a very special person in their lives! I am also glad that Poppy got to meet Noah...sad that Noah won't remember what a special person he was, but we will have lots of stories to share with him as he grows!