Rest your heart, rest your legs

I wish I could have one more day with you.  One more day where I could watch the hummingbirds with you, sort through your hot wheels collection together, go to the dollar store, hug you, and this one last time, I wouldn’t say no to a game of Skip Bo.

I wish I had told you I loved you more often.  I wish you never thanked me for coming over and spending time with you, because I was never too busy for you.  I wish I had never left early because of my social schedule, because the truth is, life catches you in the moment, and you don’t take advantage and appreciate what you have until it’s gone.  I would give up a lifetime of social commitments for one more evening with you.  

I am thankful for all the times I told you I loved you.  I am so thankful for all the times I hugged you for an extra 3 seconds, despite your reservations.  I am thankful for that late afternoon, the very summer before you passed, where we sat on the back deck in the fading sun, and enjoyed each others company.  

Sometimes, I still think you’re going to come around the corner into the kitchen, with a bottle of wine in hand.  I miss you every day.

You lived for your grand kids, and we lived for you, grandpa.