Having a bad night...

[Karen]

Write it as an elegy for him. Include his love for his grandchildren, and the impact he had and will continue to have on your life, and you'll do well.

My Grandpa died when I was 9, and I still remember his sky-blue eyes, the twinkle when we were "fooling" grandma, and his love and laughter, as well as rides on his lawnmower, his all-abiding love for my grandma, the johnny jump-ups in the yard, and his amazing blueberry patch!

[BC_MoM]

Thanks for replying, Karen. I really appreciate it.