Grandpa I've searched and pondered over what to say and how I feel about your passing. Are there even words that can express this situation. Feelings of regret, happiness, sadness and more flutter through my body like a butterfly. Butterflies to me always symbolized my lupus but now your like a butterfly yourself up in heaven fluttering from place to place whistling your tunes. It's times like these that we realize we need to slow down in life and make every moment count by living in the present. I've struggled for years thinking my family didn't care but I've come to realize though we aren't that huggy loving doting family, we share our love in other ways. From playful pranks to onery teasing you did it all. You might not have bounced us on your knee or kissed us goodbye but you always said stay safe with a twinkle in your eye. I've always giggled when I see duck tape. I'll never forget playing in the living room and hearing grandma hollar at you for taping a hole in your pocket closed with duck tape. In pretty sure the words dammit Charlie escaped her mouth. Or what about how you fixed the broken tree limb with it and grandma just shook her head. The greatest memory though is you giving my daughter hell. You called her George and she looked at you as if you lost your marbles. She said uh no I'm Cady and you again called her George so she said fine then your George and I'm Charlie. After that you called her Charlie. The day you passed through streaming tears she looked to the sky and said it's okay grandpa George I'm the Charlie of the family now and I've got them. Are you up there enjoying the show? I bet there are some wonderful headlights huh grandpa? You were always up for making us laugh and grandma was always smacking you and saying Charlie stop it. Did you get a big bowl of butter pecan ice cream when you arrived? I used to think you were so gross eating frozen butter lol. Grandpa I know that you didn't want to leave us here alone, but I do know you took a piece of us when God called you home. I know you've been watching the light that held promise of peace and rest. So now we will all journey to the last place you will lay, but luckily you taught us how to be strong along the way. Though we called you a grumpy old fart, we knew your kindness in our hearts. So grandpa while we miss you and we wish that you were here the memories you gave us all will remain clear. So now when the wind blows a breeze across our face, or the raindrops splatter on the concrete we will know that you are surrounding us and whistling amazing grace. So fly high grandpa with that smile upon your face, and please whistle loud enough for us to hear you from your final resting place.