The past week hasn't been easy. Much of the weekend was spent talking on the phone with family and mourning the loss of my Papa. I also spent a little extra time cuddling and playing with my girls (nothing dries tears like a chubby baby hug or a silly toddler expression!) and telling funny Papa stories with my husband. I even framed this old picture of him my sister gave me a few years ago. It was long overdue and having it displayed seems to be helping Lucy understand what has happened (if it's possible for a 3 year old to comprehend a death in the family).
I like to think that I got some of my craftiness from Papa. When I was little he and my Dad restored old cars, built houses, decks, docks and even a pontoon boat. He always had a project in progress whether it was remote controlled airplanes, fun cars for the kids or a train village in the basement for his great grandkids. He always had fun. Rest in peace, Papa.