...grandaddy...

My sweet grandaddy passed away yesterday...and I am sad...sigh. He was such an inspiration with his life. Grandaddy was a WWII pilot and flew B-17 airplanes in the war. He was an American hero. I was headed down yesterday to see him...for what I knew would be the last time. And then...I got the phone call to let me know he had already gone... This...makes me sad too. I wanted to see him, but really at this moment...that feels like a selfish statement. Grandaddy's time was then...and that will eventually be okay with my soul. I know he knew how much we all loved him...I just wish I had one more moment... My mom told me how loving he had been towards his "girls" over the past couple of weeks (my mom and my aunt)...and it makes me cry. The love that was shared can never be taken away...replaced...or made little! Loving on your family...is HUGE! I don't want to be in my last fleeting moments that my love is shown and made known. I want to love my family and my friends B-I-G! I am so thankful my mom had this time with her dad. In knowing this...his death, in time, will become almost healing in a way for us all. Ullman Jackson Fortenberry was a brave, sweet, funny, sincere, honest, kind, silly grandaddy!!! I love you...


CERTAIN IS IT THAT THERE IS NO KIND OF AFFECTION SO PURELY ANGELIC AS OF A FATHER TO A DAUGHTER. IN LOVE TO OUR WIVES THERE IS DESIRE; TO OUR SONS, AMBITION; BUT TO OUR DAUGHTERS THERE IS SOMETHING WHICH THERE ARE NO WORDS TO EXPRESS.
~Joseph Addison