My Grandfather

My Grandaddy died 4 years ago in March. His birthday was this month...so this time of year has me thinking about him a lot.

People always said we looked alike. Especially our eyes. Big and round. Wide eyed. I get the most compliments on my eyes. It's always nice to get complemented but I love it especially bc they remind me of him. My family says I act just like my Grandaddy's brother. Charismatic, loves life, can make people laugh, can't deal with stress, and the "it" factor that draws people in. All huge compliments... Though not sure I always see all of those things in myself at times.

My Grandaddy and I used to butt heads sometimes. He never understood my sensitivity or temper when I was younger.

But we always were close. Especially as I was in college and afterwards.

He's one of the few people in my life who always told me I was pretty. Always. He literally thought I hung the moon.

When he was in the hospital, on feeding tubes and near death...he mouthed to my Gran "Isn't Becky so pretty?"

We shared a love of country music. He would have it playing on the dock or boat at the lake house. Sometimes at dusk we'd go out in the boat... Just he and I. The water was smooth as glass. He'd let me drive. Never losing his patience or getting nervous at my Captain skills...or lack there of.

He made the best homemade vanilla ice-cream. He always had Banana Popsicles in the freezer.

He was a night owl. Loved the Sopranos on HBO. Drove a Cadillac Escalade.

He was a green thumb. Always had a beautiful yard and garden. I got my love of flowers from him and my Mom.


Gosh...I miss that sweet, sweet man.