Though my grandfather was physically distant, his gentleness bridged the miles between us. He wasn’t a man of many words, but his kindness was woven into every conversation, no matter how brief. His presence, always brought comfort, as if he carried the warmth of home with him wherever he went.
Though I didn’t see him as often as I wished, every encounter was filled with the warmth of his soft-spoken wisdom. His patience and calmness, like a slow river, left a mark on me that I’ll carry forward, always. The thought of losing him a couple of years after my mother could be traumatic but I know that God has put them both in a better place and that gives calmness to my heart.
I miss them, but in every quiet moment, every decision made with care, I feel their presence with me, always.
The Subtle Grace of My Grandfather’s Love
