Five years

It's been five years since we drove to visit Peepaw in his hospital room.


It's been five years since we decorated a little Christmas tree to sit beside his bed.


It's been five years since he made us laugh at his insisting on eating the chocolate cake off his lunch tray.

It's been five years since we walked out of that hospital room, and I waved our special pinky wave.

It's been five years since the phone rang as my husband and I were driving home from eating out for supper. I knew what my Mom wasn't saying as she asked where we were and told us to come back home.


It's been five years since we got back to Mom's house and she told us that Sis had called to tell her Peepaw had passed away.


Five years.


Five years that I've missed your calls on Christmas morning, birthdays, and all the other random times.


Five years that I've missed your hugs.


Five years that I've missed hearing your voice and that noise you made with your lips.


Five years that I've missed our trips to the ice cream store.


Five years that I've missed having you here to see Caleb grow up.

Five years that I've missed calling you on the phone.

Five years that I've missed your funny sayings.

Five years that I've missed sending you cards and our family pictures.



Five years that we've taken a tiny Christmas tree to your graveside on this day.


Five years that I've missed everything about you.


I miss you Peepaw. I'm grateful that I have all these things about you to miss. You were always so special to me and continue to be important in my life. I'm thankful for our memories.
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Have a day of blessings!