I copied this part of an article about a grandpa gone too soon. Happy Fathers Day grandpas and dads. Give your dad big hugs today.
As I sat in my hospital bed watching Jack peacefully sleeping, my heart ached for what would never be. The older kids had numerous photos with Grandpa and stories I loved to tell them about the fun things they used to do with him -- swimming, hopscotch, and endless games of "hot potato" -- to name a few. Jack would have none of that. It all seemed so incredibly unfair to everyone involved.
A week later, we took Jack to a photographer's studio for his newborn photos. Along with the cute outfits and funny hats, I packed a very special "prop" -- Dad's Army jacket. He wore it when he served in Vietnam, but in recent years, it was his go-to coat for taking out the trash and other chores during the chilly months. As the photographer arranged the weathered coat under Jack, she pulled out a plaid piece of fabric. It was Dad's scarf. I instantly smiled. Dad always kept his scarf in the sleeve of his coat. I had almost taken it out when I packed up the jacket to bring, but left it in at the last moment.
The photographer asked if she could wrap Jack in the scarf. I said, "Of course." As she finished tucking the scarf around him, the background music playing on her phone switched to Sarah McClaughlin's "I Will Remember You."
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I listened to the words with tears rolling down my face, realizing this moment -- wrapped in the scarf and coat that still smelled like Dad -- was the closest Jack would ever get to a hug from his Grandpa. But at that very moment, Jack smiled. The photographer snapped the picture, and I felt it. Dad was there. That would be Jack's photo. And this would be his story. Grandpa might never play "hot potato" with him or take him to the pool, but on that cold December day, he wrapped Jack in his loving arms and my sweet baby smiled.
Will there be more moments like that? Oh how I hope so. I hope as my children grow, they can all somehow feel the love and pride of their Grandpa who left us far too soon. I know he would have been there every step of the way for them, as he always was for me. And on those days when the distance to heaven feels insurmountable, I can look at that photo -- and remember.
A father's love, and most certainly a grandpa's, never dies.
Courtesy of Wendy Lemon Photography // Baby Jack and Grandpa’s jacket
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PL B = Playalinda Beach.... CNS = Canaveral National Seashore 
