This is one of those times I feel your absence acutely. Your oldest grandchild graduates from high school this weekend and it saddens me to think you aren't here to see it. He's a good kid, Dad, with a kind heart and fun sense of humor like you. You would be proud.
I remember your excitement for my own graduation party. The new shed was built just in time. You spent hours checking on the hog and were happy to have a reason to celebrate with friends. It was a lot of work, but you seemed to enjoy it all. You always knew how to have fun. It was a really good time.
Now that it's my turn to celebrate my oldest graduating I can't help but think of you. I can see you offering me a peppermint at the ceremony. I can hear your laugh as you visit with friends and relatives at the party. I can hear you say, "It's too bad a person has to get full."
There will be a hole this weekend without you. Know that you are not forgotten. You are on our minds often. Just this week Kelsi wrote about you in a poem for school. Though you are not here with us physically, we carry you along. You are etched on our hearts. We miss you.