Well, I guess even the best years of our lives will also have their sad moments.
My Papa, Earl Walker, passed away yesterday after a long, tough battle with Alzheimer's. He was 81 years old. Now I am a girl without a grandpa. Its rather a sad thing to be.
My Papa was a good guy. He loved Johnny Carson, Benny Hill and The Dukes of Hazzard - all shows we weren't allowed to watch at home. He had a great sense of humor, a contagious laugh and a youthfulness about him. All my life I can remember him having "toys". Sometimes they were real toys like his electric dump set; or grown up toys like his woodworking tools. Even as he began to lose parts of who he was, that youthfulness remained.
I think that what brings a smile to my face most right now, though, is thinking of the special bond he had with my son, CJ. Papa loved his 2 girls. I don't doubt that, but I don't think it is any secret he would have enjoyed having a son too. When CJ was born, Papa became Papa-the-Great for the first time. I noticed a special new glint in his eyes. As CJ got older, he and Papa started having special play days whenever we were in Caldwell. They would go to the park, the airport, and ALWAYS to McDonald's. They were buddies! I can still hear Papa say, "Where's my buddy, CJ?" and a little blond head would come running! How many of us even get to know our great-grandparents? I never knew any of mine. CJ got to be "buddies" with his. What a special gift.
I miss you, Papa. You behave yourself now til we all can join you. I love you! Goodbye.