Grandfather, I miss you so much, your strong hands with a gentle touch.
I remember our first dance, a little girl standing on your feet, seeing the joy in your eyes; not knowing that this dance would be footprints of our lives.
God knew you needed to rest your strength no longer to be; so he embraced you in his arms and whispered, “My son come with me!”
I now must say good-bye as I hold back my tears; reminiscing our Treasured Moments throughout the years.
There’s an emptiness deep down inside; masking the pain of missing you that I can no longer hide.
As I feel your presence next to me you whisper softly, “Little girl set the woman inside your free!”
Remember, “you’re a reflection of me!”
~ by Lori L. Howell
