Grandparents Day is bittersweet for me.
All of my grandparents are gone. I miss them so much.
Now I too am a grandparent, but my angel is in heaven so she is also missed so much.
Where is the celebration and what is the point? The celebration is the priceless, beautiful memories they left with me deep in my heart.
My fondest memories:
My great grandparents were probably the most loving people I remember.
Granny, Pop and Batja, you are not forgotten. In the depth of my memories I see all of your smiles.
My dad's parents, my grandma and grandpa were the truest example of a successful, loving marriage and I hope to make them proud when my grandchildren say the same.
Tomorrow would have been 74 years they would have been married had they still been alive.
I believe they are part of the reason I live for the Lord Jesus Christ today- their faith was unshakable.
My mom's mother, My Babu was the epitome of strength. She endured unthinkable tragedy in WWII and throughout her life but she was amazing, determined and feisty. In my mind I hear her singing "You are my sunshine" and reminding me "You are my number 1" in her Russian accent I miss so much.
My Pop Pop, died way to young in a motorcycle accident. He was my biggest fan. I remember his love and support, his fun nature and his warm arms. I wish my husband could have met him.
Then there is me. I am a grandma. Not use to be a grandma, or may be a grandma some day.
I AM A GRANDMA.
I miss the chance to spoil my sweet Chloe, miss her growing, miss her becoming the very center of my universe. I remember 7 beautiful days my granddaughter was with us.
Happy Grandparents Day. Cherish your grandparents if you still have them here with you. If you are a grandparent, pour into your grandchildren and memorize each moment.