Missing Grandpa

I miss my Grandpa. He died a little over a week ago, on Brennan's birthday. At his funeral I learned a lot of things I hadn't known or remembered. He accomplished some great things, as a Husband, Father, Member of the School Board for years, in Church leadership etc. He worked so hard for so many years to provide for his large family. He was generous and kind and reached out to people no one else would.

I am so proud of Grandpa for all those things and grateful he left that legacy for me and my family to follow, but mostly I just miss him. The better part of me is happy for him that after literally wearing himself out through service and hard work he's at last free from his pain and suffering and plain old fashioned exhaustion. If anyone deserves a rest, it's him. I also feel extremely blessed to know that I can see him and my other Grandparents and family members again; however, the more selfish part of me is wondering how do I get through the rest of this life without Grandpa?

Who is going to force me to perform a song, or rack my memory for a joke?

Who is going to trip or grab me with his cane?

Who is going to rub his whiskers on my face?

When will I hear Grandma say, "Oh, George!" again?

Who is going to say my name in funny voices?

Who is going to get mad at Brennan for wearing shorts to my parent's house for Sunday dinner?

Who is going to remind me that we can suffer and be cheerful at the same time?

Who is going to teach by example that "even the least of these..." is worth loving and serving.

Who is going to make me feel so loved so often?

Fortunately, he left behind his wife, my Grandma, and their eight wonderful children. Thankfully, my Dad is a lot like him. I am very blessed to have many other wonderful people here who love me and teach me, but no one will ever replace Grandpa and I miss him.