Today was the day.

Today was the day that I came to grips on the fact that I would never see my Papa [in his earthly body] again.

I woke up this morning a little sad, but not near as sad as I have been these past few days. We got ready and headed to my parent's house and headed out to my Papa's visitation.

I can't even describe to you how much it hurt my heart to see my parents cry. I haven't seen my dad cry since I was about 7 [when his dad died] until my Papa was about to pass away. I don't even want to remember that moment, it hurts me too bad.

We had the funeral and one of my papa's dear friends spoke. In November of 2008, when my Oma died, I wrote her this poem:

Why can’t I see angels? As I wait and wonder, I know this is true,
The precious days are over, that I will ever see you.

Why can’t I see angels? In heaven up above, God tells me that he’s sent them
To pour down His undying love.

Why can’t I see angels? Is this real, is it true?
Are you really gone forever? Is there really no more you?

Why can’t I see angels? Their smile, their touch, their sound,
Maybe their not here on earth, only “heaven bound”

Why can’t I see angels? When I need them by my side,
I wonder where they are, or do they only hide?

Why can’t I see angels? God tells me that he’s sent me one that I can’t seem to find,
Are you really here? Or is this simply in my mind?

Why can’t I see angels? Is my thought for nineteen years,
Now this question leaves me with nothing else but tears.

Why can’t I see angels? Is what I ask myself when there’s nothing left to do,
Then I simply realize: My angel? Was you.

I know that we will meet again. Heaven is where you’ll be,
Dancing, singing, laughing, watching over my precious family and me.

Papa needs your guidance, and Momma- she does too.
I want you to know, we forever love and miss you.

My grandmother, my Oma, is what you were to me,
But now you’re safe and sound and heaven’s where you’ll be.

One day we’ll meet again at the golden gates up there,
I cant wait to see that beautiful face and that pretty, curly, gray hair.

I love you and I miss you and I’ll “See you later alligator”, can’t wait to see your smile,
or hear you tell me once again, “After while crocodile”.

Everything in that poem has a little something to do with my Oma. Things she used to say to me, etc. Love you, Oma!

So I wrote a poem for my Papa, and the man who spoke read it during the funeral, too.

From way back then until forever, Papa is what you'll be
always sneaking mints & pocorn, to Hanna, Kelley and Me

We couldn't have asked for a better - grandfather such as you,
no more Christmas no more football games, I'm not sure what we'll do

Jesus is calling you home and heaven is where you'll be,
I know you'll be safe up there, watching over my precious family and me

I'll see you someday soon, Papa
because now it's time to go

And as soon as you get up there,
give 'em a big ROLL TIDE ROLL!

As I told you, he was THE WORLDS biggest Bama fan. This afternoon, He, as well as all of us, were decked out in our Bama colors and accessories!

Thank you to everyone who has sent prayers up for us, we DO feel the love.
And thank you to everyone who has sent SO MUCH food to my family.

We love and appreciate every single one of you, and thank God for you everyday!

Philippians 1:3
"I thank my God everytime I remember you."


Britt @ The Adventures of Josh and Britt said...

I've been praying for you and your family since you started blogging about your Papa. Those poems are beautiful! I'm so sorry for your loss, they sound like truly amazing grandparents :)

Alex(andra) said...

Beautiful poems!! I hope you're still doing okay. Been thinking about you!

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