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March 10,
Good Morning to you, Good Morning to you, we are all in our places with bright sunny faces, This is the way we start a new day. I am posting my pictures out of order because I want to journal about March 10. Sean, Gavin and I were out shopping when my brother called to tell me that my grandpa has died. Grandma and Grandpa were on their way to Las Vegas when he apparently had a heart attack and the airplane had to make an emergency landing. I felt that I could not get to my mama fast enough. My poor Grandma has to be New Mexico for two days before they can fly to Cleveland. I have been thinking about her and just want to be with her. I don't want her to be alone. I want her to be with everyone who loves her and my grandpa. As I journal, it is 5 something in the morning on Wednesday and I just gone done feeding Gavin and rocking him back to sleep. I rocked and held onto him tight long. I am so grateful that I talked to my grandpa on Saturday and was able to tell him I loved him. I am glad that Gavin got to meet him and spend time with him. This summer he told me stories about his childhood, and about his parents that I have never heard. I am grateful that we went to Florida this past October and visited with him. While I was down thereI got to ask him more questions about various things. Some things I learned about him...He graduated from St. Ed's high school and he really didn't like school, but he liked workshop. If he would do things differently he would have gone to college for business. (Not that he really needed it, he was just a natural!) He really enjoyed building homes. He loved to watch war stories. The biggest challenge he ever faced was when he was 22 in Dec 1959 he was driving his convertible and was in a terrible car crash. He was unable to go back to his job, but he was unable to lift weights due to the back fusions. He refused to let that stop him from reaching his dreams. He never wanted to be poor like his parents were. In 1964 he started Foresters were he worked hard and was very successful until he retired. He also told me loved to take his girls sled riding when they were younger.

It always made me sad that he lived so far away, but I always enjoyed being with him. He always put a smile on my face. It makes me sad that I will never get to hug him again, that I will never hear his morning song again, although I sing it to Gavin every morning), I will never hear him whistling or feel him gently squeezing my ear or side of my cheek, or that he won't meet anymore of his great-grand children, or that he won't be here when one day I have another son to name him after my grandpa. I love you Thomas Roland Reisinger and I know that you are doing cartwheel with Jesus in Heaven.