We used to joke around and say that Baby Grandpa was on an extended vacation after he died. He would be traveling in Europe or Asia or maybe even Australia. After Pawpaw passed away (quite a few months after) we would say they were traveling together. I know it sounds morbid, but I guess that’s how we cope; laughter instead of tears. Well I hope there will be less tears. So I decided to look up the definition of the word vacation.
Vacation – 1. an extended period of recreation especially away from home or in traveling.
- the action of leaving something one previously occupied.
I hope to be able to be able to think of you and not want to always cry. I love the idea of in your heaven you are traveling with family too. After all, you did leave a place that you previously occupied.
We recently went to one of your favorite places, Disney. It just wasn’t the same, will anything be? Of coarse not. Finding our/my new normal has been difficult to say the least. What is normal anyway?
I miss you more than I can say. I hope your heaven is all that you could ever want, whether it’s traveling or laying on the sofa watching That 70’s Show with a puppy on your lap, and eating salt & vinegar potato chips. I love you baby, with all my heart!
