At our new house we were listening to some music with our friends while we colored. The music station played ALL your songs. First was Wheels On The Bus, then Twinkle Twinkle, and even Skid-a-mrink! We were so excited. It made us talk about you and miss you. Trey was clapping, just like you taught him. Thank you for singing us songs, Grandpa!
Silas, Jewel and Trey
Dear Dad,
One afternoon while we were getting settled at the new place, Jenn and I turned on a kid's mixture station for the kids to listen to while they were coloring. It played a lot of songs, but then all in a row came three of the most frequent that you had been singing to the kids while you were here. At first Jewel shouted out, "Grandpa's song!". When the next one came she looked at me and said, "Grandpa's in there?". When the third one started she let out a big sigh and leaned her head against my arm and whispered, "My Grandpa".
After the kids were off and playing, I was cleaning up crayons and papers. The music was still on and it started playing You Are My Sunshine. My heart fluttered and my eyes got blurry. It may just be the busy week, or all the change, the lack of sleep. No. That's my Dutch side trying, trying to give a practical explanation. It wasn't practical, it was personal. It was because I wanted to let out a big sigh and just whisper, "My Dad".
Thanks for singing to me.
Sommer
Silas, Jewel and Trey
Dear Dad,
One afternoon while we were getting settled at the new place, Jenn and I turned on a kid's mixture station for the kids to listen to while they were coloring. It played a lot of songs, but then all in a row came three of the most frequent that you had been singing to the kids while you were here. At first Jewel shouted out, "Grandpa's song!". When the next one came she looked at me and said, "Grandpa's in there?". When the third one started she let out a big sigh and leaned her head against my arm and whispered, "My Grandpa".
After the kids were off and playing, I was cleaning up crayons and papers. The music was still on and it started playing You Are My Sunshine. My heart fluttered and my eyes got blurry. It may just be the busy week, or all the change, the lack of sleep. No. That's my Dutch side trying, trying to give a practical explanation. It wasn't practical, it was personal. It was because I wanted to let out a big sigh and just whisper, "My Dad".
Thanks for singing to me.
Sommer
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