It is with a heavy heart that I write this next post. Last week, my grandpa was in a motorcycle accident on his way to visit my grandma's grave. It was a daily tradition for him since my grandma passed away three and a half years ago to visit her twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. It was his way of starting and ending his day with the love of his life. I don't know two people more in love with each other, and that is hard when I look at how much love Lucas and I have and when I see my parents more in love now then when they got married almost 33 years ago.
After the accident happened, my parents flew Lucas and I home so that we could be with the family and so that I could spend a few days by my grandpa's side in the ICU. Sadly, this morning we lost him. We all know that he is in a better place and could not be happier to finally be with my grandma, his Pa'ahana. I'm sad and disappointed that our baby will never get to know one of the greatest men in my life. There is nothing that he wouldn't do for our family and I hope he knows how much we love and miss him.
Our baby will grow up hearing so many stories about my grandparents and how much they loved us and love this little one. To help the baby know who they were and how they touched our lives I hope to do many of the things I remember most when I was growing up with them like shabu-shabu meals outside the house, taking dinner to the park or beach and popping our own popcorn and smuggling it (with drinks) in the movie theaters in my grandma's red "Mary Poppins" purse.
We love you Grandpa and Grandma! Watch over us and the baby.