My paw paw died when I was only about 10 or so, he has been gone longer than I knew him but the connection we had was strong. I was his little girls little girl and really it doesn't get much sweeter than that.
I often tell my kids stories about him and sometimes my boys will start a fishing story and say "mom remember when you said this about your paw paw". He is always around us, this I know. But sometimes I'm reminded by little things, that he is forever holding my hand and watching over me as I continue on my journey everyday.
Hannah and I pass a set of railroad tracks twice a week to go to her swim practice. We have been doing this twice a week since August. Same time, same days, every week since August. We have NEVER seen a train pass on these tracks. For the last few days I have been thinking about my paw paw more and more. My grandmother is still alive and well and lives in a retirement home about 15 minutes from me. The last few days, I've been trying to get some different things straight with her and her living arrangements and maybe that's why my paw paw has been on my mind more than usual.
Today as Hannah and I left for swim practice she asked me, why didn't we ever see a train go along the train tracks by her practice. I explained the trains run on certain times and maybe we just have always been there at the wrong time.
Today as I was sitting at my daughters practice, my paw paw came into my mind very strongly. His voice, (which sometimes I think I have forgotten and then its right there again) his eyes, he was a dark complected man with light eyes (those coon ass are mixed with only goodness knows what :) I just felt him. I don't know why but for a minute he was there and his hand was on my shoulder and everything in the world was good.
And then it was over......
How I would love to have him stay and sit with me and watch his great granddaughter swim a 100 IM.
But God gave me a moment, that I so desperately needed today and then like all good things it was gone.
And I was so thankful for that.....
he was back again. As my daughter sat in the back seat jumping for joy about seeing the train here for the first time, I wiped my eyes and caught my breath and once again thanked the Lord for his beauty and for my wonderfully complicated life!!