Grandpa

He is not my father, but he is more than that

He is my grandfather, my mentor, my friend

He taught me how to love, how to laugh, how to live

He gave me his wisdom, his stories, his time

He was there for me, while my father was gone

He was there for me, when I felt alone

He was there for me, when I needed a hug

He was there for me, when I needed a nudge

He is my hero, my role model, my guide

He is my protector, my supporter, my pride

He is my sunshine, my rainbow, my star

He is my grandfather, my father, my heart

Growing up without my father, my maternal grandfather helped take on that role. He’s always been my favorite person. I view him like a father rather than a grandfather. He was the only person who believed in me, when I had my midlife crisis and was going through everything. He was the literal only person that believed I could be better. He is the only person I ever felt unconditional love from. I knew I could make mistakes and he would still love me. My grandfather is still alive, and I am so lucky to have him. He will be 89 years young in July, and he is the spunkiest, funniest, more caring and loving man I’ve ever known. When his day comes, it will feel like I’ve lost a parent. We have a bond, like a father and daughter. I hope that I find my husband while he’s alive. Otherwise, there’s no one to walk me down the isle. I want him to do that, as my father. But I will make sure to spend as much time with him as I can, so that there are no regrets. He’s a great man. After my crisis, he taught me life. In a short 6 years, he molded what a healthy relationship looks like, showed me how to change the oil in my car and change a tire, showed me the true meaning of life. He is, and always will be my role model. And I am there for him now, and forever in the future as he grows older and needs help himself, as a daughter would for her father.

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