Tonight, my little sister said, "I think I felt him lugging me up a hill today."
I believe her.
I know he still takes care of us.
(drags us up hills)
And loves us.
Even from heaven.
Because my Grandpa worked so hard and lived so carefully, he left behind a house for his family. A whole gorgeous house. His careful life means that I get to live my dream. I get to live here and write.
What do you do with that kind of gift?
I hope I can lug people up some hills someday.
I want everyone to know what it's like to be loved that way.
p.s. i wont' be living here forever. or even until next fall. but i love every day i get to spend here. so much.