Today is my Grandpa's Birthday

Two days before my own birthday. He would have loved being alive for 1/11/11.

I wrote a bit about him last year. He and I were great friends. :) I always knew that I didn't need a father because I had my grandfather. Balance, maybe? Who knows. He died 3 months before I met Colin.

In the morning before Colin proposed, (which I was not remotely anticipating) I awoke from a dream in which I told my Grandpa that I would be okay now, that he didn't have to worry about me anymore, and that Colin would take care of me. It was a highly emotional dream, and I woke in near hysterics over it.

Later that day, a total shock to me, Colin asked me to marry him on the very beach my Grandpa and I spent so much time together on in Cambria, CA. He'd been planning it that way for months.

It's very hard for me to believe in coincidences.

Last year, Colin drew this, and gave it to my Grandmother:

Pretty spectacular, huh? Needless to say, every member of my family was stunned.

My Grandpa was funny. He has these little signs hung up around the garage, which became his work area. None of us are willing to take them down, even 10 years later.

This has always been one of my favorites, in part because it's in his handwriting. It reads:

There once was a fellow named Rocco,

And a pigeon who wanted his taco.

Said Rocco these words,

"We don't feed the birds

For fear it might bring a whole Flocko."

:)

He also liked hot-gluing things together and spray painting everything gold. I have no explanation for this. But it makes me laugh. We haven't removed these from the garage either.

I miss him. I'm not remotely over his passing and I wish he could see all the amazing things that are happening in my life. I wish he could meet Colin, I wish he could see my art. I think he'd really like them both. :)

I choose to believe he knows anyway.