Happy birthday! It's is hard for me to believe that if you were still with us you would be turning 68. To me, you will always be 46. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you, but I catch glimpses of you daily through the grandchildren you never had the chance to meet.
You would love them both and you would be so proud of them. They are both smart like you Dad.
I see your determined spirit in them.
Like you, they are tall, dark, and handsome....and creative.
I will never forget the October day when you and Mom came to see me at college. The visit was unexpected and I sensed the news would be bad. You told me about your disease and that your time left to live was indefinite. Lung cancer had spread to your brain and treatments were scheduled. You left us the following August. After many treatments and much determination, your health failed and we had to say good-bye.
I would give anything for our boys to have one day to spend with you. You had so much to give and your time was ended to early. I try to teach them about everything that you loved ~ nature, The Kingston Trio, woodworking, birds, old houses, and gardening. My hope is that our boys will get to know you at least in spirit.
Our home is filled with your beautiful creations. Every room that I walk through has a piece of furniture, pottery, or jewelry made by you. You had the ability to look at something and figure out how to re-create it. I see that in our youngest. You had a strong silent side. I see that in our oldest. After you became ill, you met my husband. He was the only boy you approved of, and sadly, you didn't see us marry.
Now that time has passed, and as we continue on with our lives, you would be proud to see us now. Mom is happy and has married a wonderful man who has been a loving grandfather to our boys. Rick, the boys, and I are happy too. We will miss you always, but sometimes things happen that we have no control over. We simply carry on and pass on your love.