From When Breath Becomes Air...Paul's parting thoughts to the daughter who would not remember him.
"When you come to one of the many moments in life where you must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you filled a dying man’s days with a sated joy, a joy unknown to me in all my prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more but rests, satisfied. In this time, right now, that is an enormous thing."
Last night our granddaughter and grandson spent the evening with us. Today Gary and I were talking about
the grandkids, how much joy they bring. How excited he was to see baby Vanora come into the world, and how much Beto adores him. He said he thinks he's too young to remember his P-Paw. I disagreed with him. He's only two and a half, but he was using sign language for grandpa before he started to even talk.
I read Gary this quote. It seemed to comfort him.
Likewise, Gary has said in the past that he doesn't really think he did anything special in his life that really made an impact. OMG...he really doesn't understand how very special he is to so many!!!
I have been making it a point to remind him as often as I can during one conversation or another of the times that he did something that was really outstanding or made an impression.
Not that I can get through half of them. Gary has never met a stranger, and just walking down the street he will have some dear little old lady fawning all over him because he took the time to stop and ask her "And how are you doing today young lady?" And on and on from there. The master of brightening the day of anyone in his path.
He's my hero, but I'm standing in a long line of many others who share my sentiment.
Beth
Post Edited (celebrate life) : 6/10/2017 9:24:09 PM (GMT-6)