For Tomorrow

Three years have come and gone since you left us to be with God.

I miss you, Grampa.

I miss the twinkle in your eyes when you were getting ready to tease.

I miss seeing you wink at me from across the sanctuary at church.

I miss the way you talked to your boxers.
I miss the way you called Daddy "son."

I miss our rides on the moped after working in the garden.

I miss waking up to the smell of your coffee and toast when I'd stay with you and Gramma.

I miss the pieces of doublemint gum you'd give us at camp.

I miss the days when Gramma didn't hurt because you are gone.

I miss being called "Dearie."

But more than all that, I love you so much, and I'm thankful you don't hurt anymore. You had such a beautiful life here on earth. I know tomorrow is your new birthday...but please don't get upset if I still cry. We all send our love--Josh, too. He's heard so much about you.

I love you, Grampa. Happy new birthday.