One of my first memories is of my dad running through the house fishing out a kite because it was perfect kite weather. It was an exhilarating feeling to hunt through the basement for the kites. I honestly don't think I even knew what a kite was during that search. Then we were off for the school behind my house to fly. My dad loved big moments. He loved making things special.
A few months ago I was looking for something in my mom's house. I honestly don't even remember what, but I do remember looking next to a wardrobe cabinet and finding the biggest, blingiest, most exciting looking kite in existence stashed there. It warmed and broke my heart. That happens to my heart a lot since my dad died. Of course my dad had a ginormous, awesome kite. Of course he did! And of course he would have taken my boys out to the park to fly it. I love that about my dad. And I deeply miss that about my dad. He was a wonderful dad and a totally kick-butt grandpa.
I felt so close to him as the boys flew their kids in the most ideal kite weather ever recorded. It felt like the best way to remember my dad on a holiday such as Easter. To remember that he is not really gone. That we will see him again. And that life is about moments such as that. I am so looking forward to him telling me that he was out there running next to my giggling boys. I'm pretty sure that he was.
5 comments:
Oh so sweet! I have felt that Dad has been near so many times, and it is in the little things like that that I feel it the most. He made little moments huge. I love how you called him a "kick-butt grandpa" so so true! Love you!
He was. We thought that while watching you from our back patio. I loved watching the boys laying on the ground while flying their kites. :)
Awwwww.....so sweet and precious :') Yeah for such wonderful, awesome memories now and then! And Yeah for the Gospel! :') Love you & still praying for you always~*
Of course he did!!! Your dad knew about "Go big or go home" before it was a thing.
I have a feeling he would love being remembered just as you've described. :)
Oh My Goodness Robyn. What a sweet post. Guess I am far behind in reading this blog. You capture the sweetest memories. I love you dad too. He helped make you the great mother you are.
Love, Grandma Jan
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