Monday, November 3, 2008

Grandpa Adams

Today was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect, Trevor was home, Fletcher was happy and healthy, we had a nice dinner at my dad's favorite restaurant with my entire family (except my 16-year-old sister who was, get this, sleeping. At 6:30 pm. Oh, 16-year-olds) and all the kids were even relatively well-behaved. It was a great time, except for one thing, the occasion we were marking with this dinner. It is the five-year anniversary of my dad's death. Five years ago today he was driving my then-just-turned-11-year-old sister to choir practice when he suffered an unexpected and fatal heart attack.

I know this blog is supposed to be mostly about Fletcher, and I try to keep it upbeat even in the face of all of our challenges, but I just couldn't let today go by without at least acknowledging my dad and how much he is missed. I show Fletcher pictures of him from time to time, the grandpa he will never know, and I can't help but feel sad. You see, his personality was larger than life, and pictures alone could never do him justice, nor can a few little lines hastily typed on a blog in the middle of the night.

My little brother Kenny found another way to remember him, but he didn't use a blog (oh, 23-year-olds).


Bird said...

Blogs have a way of morphing into whatever we need them to be.

Bird said...

I am so sorry for you loss.

Sorry it's in two parts. I got distracted and hit enter before I was finished.

Skeeter said...

I will be thinkin about you and your family the rest of the day for your loss. Glad that you guys all got to spend the day together. Love you guys! Stac