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So my dad passed away in 1993. I have left one picture of him out in the house just because living with constant memories isn't easy, and it doesn't make me happier. In it, I'm sitting on his lap. I'm about 1 or 1.5 years old in the photo. She pointed at it on Father's Day and I told her that was Grandpa Eric, and she has since claimed that photo for her room. Every once in a while she asks where is Grandpa Eric, and I just tell her he's at home.
I'm not getting into particulars at her age. The fact that she's even attached to his photo and knows who Grandpa Eric is, is a big enough deal for me.
She has my step dad she calls Grandpa, and DH's dad who she calls Papa. She's got both grandmothers and a great grandma. I don't feel there's a need to teach her about heaven or any of that stuff yet. We'll deal with that when we absolutely have to. It's bad enough that I've had to live with it as long as I have.
My kids still have all their grandparents but Eva lost her little brother, Eli, when she was 20 months old. She loves talking about him and looking at pictures of him. She talks about him often. Isaac never knew him and is too young to really understand anything at this point but once he is older, I will make sure he knows about Eli. We have pictures of him up in our house.
My father passed away in 1990. We don't really have many pictures of him up in the house. In my bedroom i have my mom and dads wedding plaque, which has a picture of them from their wedding. And i have a picture of him holding me when i was about two.
I plan to tell Sam about him. Part of why Sam was named Samuel was because i wanted him to be named an "S" name in honor of my father, who's name was Shawn.
It's still difficult for me, i miss him so much...and i hate that my children will not know him. My father had a hard life...and he didn't have the best profession. When i would tell people what he did, how he died i could see the judgement in their eyes, in their voice. And when people are unaware of the situation they will say cruel things. I knew my father as a loving father, memories of being with him are some of the only happy ones i have in my childhood. It hurts me to think that my children won't have any memories of him so therefore they may end up judging him as others who did not know him do. I hope through my memories, and memories of him that his friends share...they will realize that he truly was a good, intelligent, loving person.
Thank you so much Jaidynsmum for the beautiful siggy!
Sadly, my MIL passed away when Miranda was only a few months old. We weren't really close and she hardly ever saw the kids. One day I will tell her about her grandma, but sadly even my older kids didn't really know her well.