I am once again participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge for the month of March. This is the fourth year I have joined the community of writers over at Two Writing Teachers in taking up this challenge of writing for 31 consecutive days. I know it will be hard work but the growth will be immeasurable. Follow along!
My Papa Dave
Three years ago I became a grandmother. It was a bittersweet time seeing my son holding his newborn daughter yet knowing this little baby would never experience the love of her grandfather, my husband. We did however make the decision to keep him alive in our memories. We affectionately chose a name for him, Papa Dave, and talked lovingly about him to my now four grandchildren when looking at pictures.
Yesterday I had my grandson over for a little visit. We had fun playing and working around the yard and in the house. G found the Christmas photo album on a shelf and began exploring the pictures it held. “Who’s that?” G said. “Oh, that’s mommy when she was a baby.” He’d look at me with a strange look and then ask again “Who’s that?” “Oh that’s Uncle Jonnie and Auntie Sarah when they were little.” Again the confused look. Finally he pointed to a picture of me and my husband Dave. “Who’s that?” G. asked. To which I responded “Oh, that’s Bebe (my grandma name) and Papa Dave.” G looked at me in the eye and said. “He’s MY Papa Dave.” To which I responded “yes he is your Papa Dave, but he’s my Papa Dave too.” Nothing further was said so I assumed he accepted that we all loved Papa Dave.
Later in the day I received a text from my daughter Julie. She was telling me about a conversation she just had with her son G. She said to G. “I love you so much, and I love your brother S. so much, and I love daddy so much. Who do you love so much?” And G replied. “I love Papa Dave so much!”
This teary-eyed slicer is thinking we’ve been successful at keeping Papa Dave alive in G’s heart.