My grandfathers have taught me about lifelong love and it
does exist. They taught me no matter what the job and how unglamorous it is you
do it. You do it for your family and for yourself. They taught me that even if
someone is not blood related they are your family and you take them in and take
care of them.
They taught me to dance, laugh at sadness, joke, and to
stand up for myself. Not to say that the women in my life haven’t taught me
these things too, but the men in my life have taught me different skills. Women
are emotional creatures, and that is ok, but the men I have been around have
been solid. Yes they have emotions and yes I have seen them upset, but that’s the
thing they taught me - it is ok to feel. They taught me what to expect from a
husband and how to “catch” one. They have helped forge the way we will raise
our son and how I teach him, you open the door for people.
When it comes to loss and losing, or seeing them very sick
and weak, it hits me in a harder deeper place. Daddy’s girl by far, grandpa’s
at that. The men in my life have been friends. Best friends, brothers and sons
to each other. When my father’s dad died, my mom’s dad was a wreck, and he immediately
told my dad, you are my son now.
I don’t know how I could be any other person without them. I
truly believe that they didn’t teach me to be a princess and expect diamonds.
They taught me to be respected, loved, and cherished. They taught me love will
last forever.
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