Thanks for all the times you would have been there for him,
For all the times you’d hold his hand,
For all the wonderful stories you’d tell,
For all trips to the zoo and the park,
For all the toys you’d have lavished on him,
For all the times you’d scoop him up if he was tired,
For all the kisses and hugs,
For all the tickles and giggles,
For all the mischief you’d encourage,
For all the times he’d sit on your lap just to be held,
For the beaming grin he’d reserve just for you,
For the look of pride in your eyes every time you’re with him…
I’m sorry you never got the chance to meet. I know he would have loved to spend time with you. One day, I’ll sit him down and tell him all about the amazing Grandpa you would have been, and his eyes will open in wonder.
We miss you.
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