August 23, 2007 | Mama Smith

my Papa

An ordinary start to an ordinary morning. Coffee poured, peaches cut over yogurt and granola, laughter shared as we all four cuddle in bed.

Then word came from my parents that Papa, my mom’s father, is not well. Alzheimer’s has held his body hostage and now offers to give him final rest. There may only be a week left.

Words can not express.

Papa taught me to not fear water and jump. Swimming my first doggie paddles around their pool in Orange. He taught me to dance. Secured on his feet, hand in hand, swirling in the paper crown Nana had made for my head. He shared with me his love of owls. My first sewing creation was a small bean bag owl, that supposedly still sits on a shelf in their office. He shared with me the Pacific Ocean and the beautifully, intricate dribble castles their wet sand would create.

He loved us tenderly and with such overflowing passion, reserved only for grandparents. Blossoming from the freedom they’re given after years of being rule-keeping-parents.

The boys and I may be taking a 5 hour non-stop flight out to CA before, in the mix of, or after this move, if finances allow. Everything just seems to much right now. Please keep my Nana, Papa and our whole family in your prayers.