Last year, on a beautiful October day just like this one, your Great Grandpa Skip took a trip to heaven. He was very sick, and we were glad that he wasn’t in any more pain, but we sure do miss him.
As you grow up, Mommy will tell you lots of stories about Grandpa Skip and how much I loved him. I’ll tell you about all the summer kids’ trips that we went on where your very brave great grandparents took five little kids and one camper and hit the road! We rode four wheelers, and toured museums, and dressed in silly outfits, and had so much fun every year. I’ll teach you how to play Skip Bo, and lots of ways to play poker, and I’ll laugh when you make that stubborn face that you inherited from Grandpa!
He would have been so excited to get to hold you and play with you and your cousins, but it didn’t work out that way. It’s ok to be a little sad about that. Mommy is too, but whenever I am I remember that he has a big job to do – being your guardian angel, and Hope’s, and Jaxson’s, and whatever little cousins come along next.
In fact, the very first night Daddy and I put you in your crib when you came home from the hospital, we both saw a white mist come to take a peek! And while you were teeny tiny, you slept in this special snuggler that Nana made from Grandpa’s shirt. Mommy saved it for when you’re big enough to love it again.
You’re part of a very special family, kiddo. We laugh a lot, cry when we need to, get mad at each other and say we’re sorry, and most of all – we love each other very much.