I feel you

I feel that my Granddaddy should have an entire blog dedicated to him.
I feel that the obituary was too short of an entry and should have been a supplement to the entire newspaper.
I feel that he should have had all of the flags in the America's lowered half staff to mark the event of his death.
I feel that he was the closest to perfection in a human on earth. Yes he had his flaws, but to me, even those are beautifully crafted memories of the man I miss so much.
I feel that everyone should be able to get by on what he got by on...
I feel that everyone should be as organized with trinkets, doodads, and thingamajigs as he was with his.
I feel that the love that was shared between he and my Grandmother was one for the movies...
I feel her pain, but can only imagine the magnitude of her heartache with over 57 years of marriage together.
I feel it's not fair, it's not right, it's not just...it wasn't my time for him God...it wasn't my time for him to go. But I recall his words to me over my 30 years promising where he & others would go if they believed in You.
I believe in You...but, this absolutely stinks knowing I can't feel him anymore.

I long to touch his hands...those sweet, rough, precious, beautifully strong hands. I'm so grateful that I took the time I did to study them. I remember them...I remember you. I'm so glad my eyes are the same as your's.

I want to continue your legacy of being good changes in people's lives. I want people to smile if they recall me when I leave this world.

I remember you...I rejoice in the things you taught me, especially about God. Where would I be without your influence, your touch, your love?

You exemplify a good and faithful servant. You exemplify love. When I sit in the chair that you kneeled on every night to pray, I feel your love. I feel your convictions. I feel full. I feel the might you had in your prayers for others.

I feel blessed.