I am being smothered by a state of melancholy.
Late this evening David's Grandfather arrives from British Columbia. We are all very excited and looking forward to a wonderful, fun-filled visit. The boys are beside themselves with excitement.
Great Grandpa is a wonderful man - I love him dearly, and I am so happy he is healthy and active enough to travel across the country. He and my hubby have a very special relationship. It really touches my heart. Both are hard-working, practical, heart-on-your-sleeve type of guys. When I went to meet David's family I felt a wonderful, instant connection between David's Grandpa and I. Heck, I even got hooked on golf because of him and hubby!
Grandpa, Me and hubby playing golf in Qualicum Beach
The boys absolutely adore their Great Grandpa. They love calling him and are thrilled he is coming to visit. Each boy has a list a mile long of things they want to do with him - I am sure the poor man will be worn out (but extremely happy) when he get on the plane to head home!
DJ and Ander helping Great Grandpa
So why am I being smothered by a state of melancholy?
I miss my Grandparents. I miss the special relationship I had with all four of them. I wonder what they would think of my life. I wonder what type of relationship they would each have with my children.
My children are very blessed to have all 4 Grandparents, and until recently 3/8 Great Grandparents. And for that I am happy.
4 generations of David's in our family!
Funny how I can be so excited and happy about a visit -and at the same time feel sad, lonely and reminiscent.
Grama, Papa, Meme, Pepe --- I miss you all so very much.