If you had told me three years ago on my wedding day, that seeing my grandfather walk down that aisle, seeing him smile, hearing his infectious laugh and hearing him say, I love you Sweetheart, would be the last, I would have told you youre crazy. It pains me to admit those are the last precious and happy moments I have with him. Theres not a single thought of mine, that doesnt include him. I miss him every second of every day. I praise God daily for allowing me to be by his side on his last days on Earth, and introducing him to my first born Reyse. Though he couldnt speak, his eyes did it for him. I praise God for blessing us with Rome a year after that bittersweet introduction. I see the spirit of my Poppi in both my boys and I am so thankful for this. With every giggle, every jive, every stare into their beautiful brown Betancourt eyes, I see him, I hear him, and I am comforted. I hope Im making you proud Pop. Save a dance for me in heaven, Ive been practicing my salsa. ❤️
Posted on: Wed, 07 May 2014 12:50:17 +0000