Special moments

My grandpa passed away this pass weekend. He had terminal lung cancer. He came to live with my parents in April. My girls got to meet their great grandpa, a kind, gentle, loving man for the first time. Baby girl was smitten with him the first time she met him when he was concerned that she fell down, and he offered to kiss her boo-boo. Sweet girl loved the fact that he was so proud of her for dancing on stage in front the whole school, and for singing songs from the musical Annie on stage with a group of girls from her musical theater class. I love that even when he wasn't feeling well, he was still an amazing, loving, and wonderful man. I love that when he was in his last days, both of my girls wanted to let him know how much they loved him. Baby girl would walk into his room and whisper "sweet dreams" in her very sweet toddler voice as he slept. My sweet girl was very indignant when I told her that she didn't have to come and visit him with me because he was just going to sleep and he wasn't able to talk to her anymore because he was very sick. She said," Well, I want to tell him I love him, and tell him that I am glad that he got to come to Virginia to see us." When he passed, I tried very hard to explain death to my very bright almost 6 year old. I told her that he had gone to sleep and that his soul had gone to heaven to be with the people who loved him who had already died. I told her how they were waiting for him, and showed him all of the best places in heaven. She told me that my uncle was probably showing him the best place to fish, and that fish in Heaven could get caught and eaten, and then they would just reappear because it was heaven, and God would just want all creatures to be happy. It's amazing the insight that my girls have, but they do, and I have been feeling very blessed that they are my special girls who offer me special moments on a daily basis.