Love: that's what my Dad was love. He loved everything. His Wife, Kids, Family, Dogs...pets. He never just "liked" something, he loved it. His heart has always been so tender, and he could cry at the drop of a hat.
The man that passed today was nothing like the man that raise me. As my sister said, My Dad was Fire! He has always been so passionate. So caring. Anyone that walked into his world was treated like family.
The hardest part of all of this is knowing that Wyatt will never ever know his Grandpa. We had plans. My dad was supposed to take Wyatt to the store when I wasn't looking and buy him candy. He was supposed to teach Wyatt to ride a two wheel bike, pick out rocks from the grass, ride a go-cart, pull weeds for 25 cents a bag. Wyatt will never know first hand how much his grandpa loved him. He wont feel Grandpas warm hug. Wyatt was going to be Grandpas "little White boy". This was the golden child we had waited for for so long. And now that he is here, my Dad is gone.