Grampa's Best Buddy

My daughter, Kate, sent me this picture earlier in the week. I've had a hard time looking at it. So, today I really studied it. This little boy, Andrew Thomas is 7 years old and he was his grampa's travel buddy. Drew loved to run errands with Grampa. There was something special about their relationship. I think it had something to do with the fact that Grampa spoiled him rotten. My heart aches when I think about them, taking off in Grampa's big truck, Drew getting to ride in the front seat like a big boy. When they got home, Drew was always carrying a big haul of whatever he had talked his Grampa into buying for him.

So now, my little guy wears Grampa's hats and he always has that sweet smile on his face when he has one of them on. It's a big mess of emotions for this Mimi. I love seeing him in those hats, but my heart always hurts just a little.

Yesterday was 11 months. 11 months since any of us have heard his big, booming voice or seen him wearing his own hats. I'm blessed with this little man, and all my grands. They all loved their Grampa, but there was definitely something special about the bond between the tallest man and the shortest one in the family.

One year is just around the corner. This blog has given me a good outlet sharing what's rolling around in my grief-stricken brain. As always, thanks for reading.