Remembering those lost...

Today has been a day of reflection for me. I spent quiet time to look into my heart, however painful it might be, to feel the love for the people who have passed on in my circle of family and friends.

I spoke with my daughter as we both cried, remembering her grandfather...a man that was "larger than life" to us. We cried as we talked about the fact that even though it has been 6 years since we said goodbye to him, we can still see his face as clearly as ever, see his hands as they served the food he loving prepared for us, and still hear his booming voice as he laughed or told one of his funny stories.

He was a well traveled man and he made an impression on people everywhere he went.

He loved to tell the story of his trip to Calcutta where he arranged a meeting with Mother Teresa. Before his trip he wrote letters to her and she wrote back to him several times. Her letters were hand written, in pencil!

He told her he was bringing her a gift and he went to his friends and associates for donations of any amount...when he met her he gave her the money and she took his hands in hers and looked into his eyes and thanked him.

He told us she was the most impressive person he had ever met. He had his photo of them together hanging on the wall beside his favorite chair.

The interesting footnote that he always added to the story was this...at the end of the day that he spent with Mother Teresa, he was sitting in the cafe of his hotel, just basking in the afterglow of his meeting when a man walked up to his table, he looked up and it was the Dalai Lama! No joke, its a true story! He met Mother Teresa and the Dalai Lama in the same day!

My daughter and I ended up smiling and our hearts were full remembering a man we consider to be the GREATEST grandpa ever :)

Blessing Everyone