My dad and Jack were best buds. Every morning Jack would come down and get in bed with my dad. He brought his clothes down and put them in my dad's closet. He took over one of my dad's bathroom drawers and if Daddy put the stuff in differently Jack would always put it back the exact same way.
They spent their days watching the Braves, having water guns fights and Nerf wars.
Jack is a talker and my dad was always a willing listener and loved to encourage Jack's tales. My dad adored Jack and Jack thought my dad hung the moon.
Being 5, Jack doesn't really understand the finality of death and just knows that his best friend is gone. At my dad's memorial service, Dana brought balloons for Katie, Parker & Jack to release. After Jack released his, he looked at me and said "So, Granddaddy is coming back from Heaven now??" I guess he could tell from the look on my face that the answer wasn't yes and he just started crying. My heart breaks for him.
This morning when he woke up he was teary. When I asked what was wrong, he said he had a dream that Granddaddy came back to this world and gave him a big hug and told him how much he loved him. I asked him if it was a good dream or a bad dream. He said it was a good dream but he wished Granddaddy could come back.
Me too, Jack. Me too.
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