April 2nd has always been a day that I try my hardest not to be sad. You see, today is my grandfather's birthday. He was such a strong man who was well liked and respected by the community.
In 1987, Grandpa had a heart attack while getting ready for church one morning. While in the hospital recuperating, he enjoyed having family and friends come in to support him. My mother was 8 months pregnant with me at the time. Even though he couldn't talk and express his desires, he would look at her stomach with anticipation of having one more grandchild before he went up to Heaven.
He has been gone for 22 years now and I miss him just the same. Though I wish I would've met him, I have finally come to terms with the thought that he lived such a beautiful and full life. He was active in his community and loved people dearly.
So, without further ado. Happy Birthday, Grandpa! We all miss you dearly and look forward to joining you in Heaven one day.
