The other day Button was cuddling with me as I held her on the couch. She looked at one of the paintings in our home that my grandfather painted.
“Mama, at first when Great Papa died, I didn’t miss him that much. But now I really miss him a lot. I feel lonely and sad inside when I think about him and that he’s gone.”
I held back my tears. “Me, too, Button. Me, too.”
Jesus, thank you that Button got to meet and know Papa and that she has memories of him.