So why a flower?
Well on our way home from england, last weekend, we had a call to say my grandfather had died.
At 92, well its someone you are just so used to having around!
Over the last 6 years we developed a very nice friendship. He stayed here several times, we drank beer on the terrace and he would walk hand in hand to the market with Samuel.
We shared some special moments in Helmond and Overloon, as he helped his colleagues commemorate those friends lost in WW2. We heard stories of his bravery, stories he had never spoken to anyone about but on a still battlefield they seemed to be something he needed to say.
He took us to the farm where a sniper had killed his best friend from an upstairs window.
What was so very special were the last few months I have spent at home. He would call on a daily basis, in the morning, just to say hello. It was after one of these calls that he told me for the first time "I love you".
For Samuel he was an amazing great grandad, and for me well he became my friend and I missed the phone ringing this week.
Its almost like this is a turning point.
A time to say I dont like that.....something I dont say very often.
But for the first time in 5 years I have a lust for life and I love where I am in it.
God told me to listen, I didnt, so he told me again and I did.
At some point the pain of rejection needs to stop......and I chose now.....my flower moment.
So Grandad, Samuel said he hopes you are safe on the golden stairs to heaven, he said that he misses you. God bless and if you ever feel lonely.....please make my phone ring....I miss my friend.
Sweet dreams
x
