I miss him

**Incognito** · 21st-December-2009

...and every year, about this time, it's more painful. We spent every Christmas together when I was growing up. So many cherished memories! When I learned how to play the flute he came to all my concerts. This ("The Holly and the Ivy") was his favorite song from back then and it never seemed to matter to him that my playing probably hurt his ears. At Christmas time when I hear this song, it makes me happy and sad. I remember what was. I've never known a man quite like him. I don't play the flute anymore. I haven't for years. I can't wait until I see him again in the afterlife.

Grandpa's song

**Percy** · 21st-December-2009

Ho Ho Ho. Don't be sad little girl. Come and sit on my Father Christmas knee and tell me how naughty you have been.

**Incognito** · 21st-December-2009

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Ho Ho Ho. Don't be sad little girl. Come and sit on my Father Christmas knee and tell me how naughty you have been.

...well Santa...lol...the consensus seems to be that I've been pretty naughty- especially in on this forum- and particularly within the last few days.

I would really like a Corvette for Christmas but I 'd be very happy with a hug. What are my chances?

**Percy** · 21st-December-2009

The chance is pretty good for the second, but you have to trade a clunker for the first, it seems.

**Kim** · 21st-December-2009

Quote from Incognito

...and every year, about this time, it's more painful. We spent every Christmas together when I was growing up. So many cherished memories! When I learned how to play the flute he came to all my concerts. This ("The Holly and the Ivy") was his favorite song from back then and it never seemed to matter to him that my playing probably hurt his ears. At Christmas time when I hear this song, it makes me happy and sad. I remember what was. I've never known a man quite like him. I don't play the flute anymore. I haven't for years. I can't wait until I see him again in the afterlife.

Grandpa's song

YouTube- Christmas Lights 07 The Holly and the Ivy

Christmas can be hard without the ones that we love.

I read this poem a little while back, it's called 'Christmas in Heaven' and is written by Wanda Bencke. Apparently, her 13 year old handicapped daughter had a seizure on Christmas day and died 5 days later. She sent this poem out in a belated Christmas card to their friends and family after their daughter died.

I see the countless Christmas trees
Around the world below,
With tiny lights like heaven's stars
Reflecting in the snow.

The sight is so spectacular
please wipe away that tear
for I am spending CHRISTMAS
WITH JESUS CHRIST this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs
that people hold so dear
but the sound of music can't compare
with the CHRISTMAS CHOIR up here.

I have no words to tell you
of the JOY their voices bring
for it is beyond description

to HEAR THE ANGELS SING.

I know how much you miss me,

I see the pain inside your heart

for I am spending CHRISTMAS
WITH JESUS CHRIST this year.

I can't tell you of the SPLENDOR
or the PEACE here in this place

Can you just imagine CHRISTMAS

WITH OUR SAVIOR face to face

I'll ask him to lift your spirit
as I tell him of your love

so then PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER

as you lift your eyes above.

Please let your hearts be joyful
and let your spirit sing

for I am spending CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN
and I’m walking WITH THE KING.

**shaazam** · 21st-December-2009

a really poignant expression of grief and loss by a mother for her daughter now gone forever; what a Xmas disaster for the family

got a lump in my throat reading it;
I can imagine how my family would feel at the loss of our dear Rebecca

some folk do suffer

**Marx** · 21st-December-2009

One of my favourite (recent) Christmas tracks is 'Stop the cavalry' by Jona Lewie.

When I was young, both my Sister and I liked it so much - we both had our record (vinyl) and - for some strange reason - would compete to see who could play it more often.

It takes me back to a childhood, when I had a family, when my mother was alive, when we all lived under one roof, when we went on holidays together. It brings back a tearful smile.

**Incognito** · 21st-December-2009

Kim, thanks.

You're right, of course. I know he's in a better place. I just miss him, that's all. The thing is, I feel his presence very few times during the year until Christmas season comes, and then it is constant, and it is very strong. I remember vividly all the sights, sounds, smells, laughter, hugs, smiles, warmth, everything!....like yesterday is today- like it is right now. I can see the Christmas tree and I can smell the pine, and I remember the silver and gold. He loved to decorate with silver and gold! I remember his favorite shirt.

It's funny the things we recall.

I know someday we'll be together again.

**RebelliousVanilla** · 21st-December-2009

Hey, at least you met your grandfather...

**Incognito** · 21st-December-2009

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Hey, at least you met your grandfather...

I am grateful for that. ..and lucky, since he's the greatest man I've ever known. He dedicated his life, quite literally, to the well-being of children. He worked many years, put in many hours, raising funds for children's charities. His charity began at home. Not a mean bone in his entire body, this man. He certainly made sure I knew fully that he loved me.

On my dad's side of the family, my grandma died just a couple of years before I was born. It was during the holiday season. There was black ice on the highway and my grandpa hit a bad patch of it and the car slid into a concrete retaining wall. He lived, but grandma didn't.

**Marx** · 21st-December-2009

Yep. I never knew mine either, RV.

**RebelliousVanilla** · 21st-December-2009

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Yep. I never knew mine either, RV.

I didn't know mine because he didn't care to meet his grand daughter, not because he died... We don't know how each other looks or how each other voice sounds. And he probably still is alive.

**Aug9th-LiveOrDie** · 21st-December-2009

my paternal gradfather was a character
he was from kansas city
he joined the air force at 16 in 1948 because he thought the dress uniform would help him get chicks.
he ended up spending 20 years in the air force, went back to nam as a civilian and owned nightclubs
he used to say stuff liike
"why in the hell would you go fishin, you spend all god damn day tryin to catch a fish, who's smarter, you or the fish?"
he was a hard core liberal who followed politics religously

**Incognito** · 22nd-December-2009

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I didn't know mine because he didn't care to meet his grand daughter, not because he died... We don't know how each other looks or how each other voice sounds. And he probably still is alive.

That's very sad, RV.

**Incognito** · 22nd-December-2009

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my grandpa was drafted to fight in korean war.
he has not really spoken since.
only gives "yes" "no" "ok" answers.

the sweetest gesture i remember about him is one time
when i was young , he cut my steak for me , and asked me quietly
"do you want any steak sauce?" i think everyone at the table
was smiling and looking at him that he said that.

That just made my day. Thanks for sharing that.