Walk the Walk, Talk the Talk

Obviously this past week has been incredibly difficult for us. Losing two beloved Grandfathers within 5 days of each other seemed like a bad nightmare. I have agonized about what to write. I have shed a lot of tears trying to write something. But, at the end of the day, nothing is quite good enough . . .

Christmas 2008

We spent most of the afternoon visiting today with Betty, my Grandfather's wife, and going through Grandaddy's things. Lucky for Peter, Grandaddy was a great dresser and they are pretty close in size. We now need to clean out the old college clothes for the more "mature" clothes (don't make fun, it may give Peter a complex :) ).

Over the past week, I've come to realize:

• I am incredibly blessed to have spent most of my life close to my loved ones.
• It was truly a blessing that G-Daddy decided to sell his house in Florida, which in turn meant he moved to Kennesaw, just 15 minutes from us. These past 3 years have been a gift . . . to both Peter and I, as well as our kids.
• Nobody talked the talk and walked the walk like my G-daddy. He was truly a man of inspiration.
  
• Trust in the Lord and He will provide . . . my G-daddy's motto, and through all of this, it was blantantly obvious me. He led a good life and was rewarded for it.
• G-Daddy is in heaven with my Grandmother. What more could he ask for?!
• And, I miss him. Terribly.

After the viewing, Maddie said she wanted to take flowers to Great Grandaddy and Grandy Weaver. Her sweet innocence can melt my heart sometimes! We couldn't take flowers to Grandy Weaver (he's out in Texas), but we did take some to Great Grandaddy's and Great Grandmother's gravesite.