Missing Murray
Today would have been my husband's grandfather's 102 birthday. (I think I got that right.) He passed away in April of 2012, but he is still missed, especially by my husband and mother-in-law. My son remembers him, though not well. That makes sense, he was only 6 when he died, but he DOES have memories of him and that's what's so important. The fact that he was able to spend some time (although it may have been limited) with his Great Grandfather was such a blessing. They two of them made a great couple. For the first few years of my son's life, Murray lived in Florida and we didn't see him that often. He flew up north shortly after our son was born. It was love and adoration at first sight. (How could it not be? Yes, I'm biased, buy my son was full of love and cuddles when he was younger. He still is full of love, but it is a teenage kind of love and those cuddles just aren't cool anymore.) But then he moved back north, to be closer to his fam