My Grandpa My Angel

For whatever reason this past weekend I found myself thinking often of my father and stepfather. Both of these important men in my life reside in heaven.

My Grandpa My Angel

I cannot hear or see him

But I can feel him next to me.

That’s my grandpa, my mommy says

Watching over me.

He passed before I had the chance

To know him very well.

But my big brothers promise me

There are stories they will tell.

Like how he served his country

And how proud they were of him.

And how he always made them laugh

With such goofy little grins.

She will take me to the place one day

My mommy promised me.

Of where my grandpa lays at rest

The fourteenth fairway, so I can see.

The place he loved to spend his days

With family and friends

Golfing, laughing, having fun

Until the day would end.

He’s in heaven up so high

Way above my head.

And in my heart and in my dreams

That’s what Mommy said.

So, I cannot hear or see him

But I can feel him next to me.

That’s my grandpa, my mommy says

My angel watching over me.

In a little background. My daughter who was a delightful surprise was born 9 months after my stepfather’s passing. Amazingly the day of my stepfather’s memorial my husband out of the blue said to me “We should have a baby girl and name her Ericka James after Rick (my stepfather)” My stepfather’s name was James Eric and he went by Rick. Little did he or I know but I was at this point just a few days into pregnancy. A little while later my mother was going through my stepfather’s nightstand to look for a few things she was thinking of giving my boys and came across my baby ring. We were surprised and thought it strange that it was on HIS nightstand. I knew once I found out I was pregnant it was going to be a girl, it was his way of letting me know I decided.

My daughter is named after her grandfather in the first name only. (I’m sure my mother will comment below regarding her middle name not being James it is a very touchy subject with her, and sometimes I do regret not following through and giving her that middle name). I spelled her name E”rick”a to honor the name he went by Rick.

A few months after she was born I was saddened that she would never meet her grandfather. If there was anyone who had a way with children it was Rick, she would have had that man wrapped around her little finger.  So I wrote a poem to give her one day and wanted to share it today.

The page below is in memory of my father Bill.