Tonight I am missing my Sweetie Pawpaw.
I realized just a little while ago that it's the one month anniversary of his death. He passed away on January 29th. He was 87 years old - would've been 88 on February 20th. We used to joke and say that on his next birthday he would be 88 no matter how you looked at it. He found humor in everything!
I know that he is in a better place. I know that his soul is rejoicing. I know that he will no longer have to suffer the confusion, frustration and misery brought about by Alzheimers.
But sometimes when I see his picture I just start to cry. I remember that I won't get to laugh with him or to talk to him again until I meet him in Heaven. He sends me little reminders, though, to let me know he is near.
Pawpaw always noticed when the digital clock read 11:11 and he would point it out to whoever was around. It will always remind me of him. Whenever he sends these little reminders, like he did tonight, my heart becomes filled with joy and I can't help but smile.
I love you sweetie Pawpaw and miss you so much. You are forever in my heart.