There are times when, since Dad has left us, that break my heart. Earlier, Joci had kind of disappeared and I went looking for her downstairs. Apparently, she was making a book and told me she was almost done with it and I could see after it was done.
This is what she made:
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| "What I do with my Grandpa. by JHooge" |
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| "In the morning I go to get some donuts with him." |
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| "I go garage-saling with him." |
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| "I got to bed in his bed and we watch t.v. together." |
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| "We invite my cousins over and we play with them." |
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| Joci, "But when I was sad, is when he died. We never got to do the fun things no more." |
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Sometimes I think they are moving along, all fine, and then this happens and I wonder if she's really okay. I gave Jocelyn a great big hug and told her how sad I was that Grandpa had to go when she was so young, but that I was so glad she got to have so many special times with him and that she remembers them so well. I told her that her Grandpa loved her so much. Then she had to go to the bathroom, and while she was in there I cried. I miss you, Dad. You were just an AMAZING Grandpa!
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