Dear Granddaddy,

Do you remember having heart surgery? I do. It’s not because it saved your life….it’s because that is my earliest memory of you saying to me, “love you.” Don’t get me wrong. You always expressed your love-through selfless giving, unconditional love through your actions, through exhibiting the greatest work ethic I’ve ever seen, and through your great love story with Grandma.

Here’s the thing…I know you are tired. I need you to keep fighting. I need to hear that you love me through a gentle tear stinging your eye, and I need to know that you want us around more often every time we have to say goodbye.

I love you, Granddaddy. Thank you for making sure I know that you love me, too. Probably way more deeply than you’ve ever been able to articulate. But, I know. And, I’ll never forget.

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