It's the gift.

First let me say, that I am fully aware just how blessed I am. Not trying to be conceited, but let me explain. I have known all of my great-grandparents except three. Those three passed on prior to my birth. My childhood consists of so many grandparents! I don't mean pictured memories, I mean living my childhood with them. So, let me fast forward a bit to this weekend. After 33 years, I lost one of my grandparents. You would think being an adult would make it somewhat easier; but it doesn't. So many people in this world never know any of their grandparents... so yes, Im WOW'd at the thought that God gave me the gift of my grandparents. And it is a gift! (side note: not gift bagged either, I mean a fully boxed, nice paper, huge perfect bow gift) You can't imagine how long I have dreaded the day that one of those gifts had to be called home. The weekend arrived and I made it thru. Poppy Tug aka Pepaw died Sunday. I can't even begin to blog the memories. Mostly because they are so many in number and secondly, Im a blubber butt and I'll start blubbering again. But with a smile on my face, I can blog tonight and say: He was a first-class grandfather. He was a jokester! He was a Christian, a devoted husband, a straight forward father, and a GRAND grandfather! Im proud to be his granddaughter. His "Beccker". His first born grandchild. To be a branch of the Tugwell Family Tree. Sad. Yes. But more thankful and blessed for the 33 years. I'm going to take the cup half full route rather than half empty. And in all honestly, my cup isnt even half full, my cup runs over. Im fully aware of the gifts and the Giver! My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise. Psalm 57:7