Ten years since my father-in-law Bob passed away. It wasn't till I read Sarah's blog today that I realized how young and yet old she was at the time. Ten years old, still young but so wise. She loved her grandpa fiercely and it had a profound effect on her. She didn't grieve out loud as many of us did including her sister but she did in her own way and time. Many times I caught her being melancholy about something and when asked she would say she was thinking about Grandpa. She starting working for him in the u-picks when she was pretty young. He taught her how to handle money and little old ladies with finesse. Being such a charming child she didn't have to work too hard at it. I remember how anxious she was to go to work for him like Lisa did. Things had changed from that time when Lisa was doing the u-picks off of a little trailer attached to a tractor to the canopy that was Sarah's work place. So many times over the years we have missed Bob. Wishing we could call him and ask his opinion or ask how he would do something if it was him. Many proud moments that our girls were part of took place without his presence. Now when we think of him at these times it is always "Dad or Grandpa sure would have got a kick out of this" or "I wonder what Grandpa would think if he was here?" We know he is just a prayer or thought away...
ETA: My mother-in-law took this picture of Bob at Ten Mile Lake doing his favorite past time, fishing.
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