As I was lying in bed this morning, listening to FOX Sports radio blather on, I thought I heard the familiar chorus of Rocky Top. It's my cell phone ring (don't laugh) so I stepped into the hallway and the top of the stairs to see if it was my phone or just my natural predilection to hear Rocky Top in all aspects of life. Turns out, it was my phone.
Went downstairs and saw that I'd missed about four calls from my mom since 5 a.m.
Suddenly, had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I dialed my mom back and found out she and my dad were right outside, coming to see me.
They came in and confirmed what I feared--my grandfather had passed away early this morning.
I've said before that I'm blessed to have had time to get to know each of my grandparents. I recall the stories they told me of family, their lives and the "good old days." I wish now I'd appreciated them more or spent more time listening or had maybe just written those stories down when they were fresher in my mind.
A while back, I wrote a post
about Granddaddy. I re-read it a few minutes ago and it brought tears to my eyes. I know he's in a better place now, but I still miss him.
Also, I wanted to express my gratitude to all of you in the blogsphere who have sent private messages of support, prayed for my grandfather and reached out when I needed it. The concern and love have been a blessing to myself and my family and I just wanted to say thank you.
posted by Michael Hickerson at 11/29/2006 11:39:00 AM