up yours

You know what made my heart ache, my eyes well up with tears and made me flip off cancer (a side from the fact that I give cancer the bird on a daily basis) this past Saturday? My little man. As many of you know, and in case you didn't, Chris and I lost both of our fathers to cancer. I swear, if cancer were a person, I'd hire a hit man to take them out. 

Anyway, we had our previous neighbors come and stay overnight. They are awesome and we just love them. Our kids, because they had heard Ron and Sharon's grandkids call them Grandpa Ron and Grandma Sharon, had started calling them by those endearing names also. They didn't mind and gladly welcomed it. So when I explained that Grandpa Ron and Grandma Sharon were coming for a night, the kids were excited but then Pooh started questioning who they were. He couldn't remember, he was only two when he last saw them. Ron was the first to walk thru the door, gave each kid a great big hug and kiss, then went back out for something.

 Pooh runs into the living room, excited as can be, declaring for the whole world to hear as he placed his two little hands to his chest:

"I do hab a Grandpa!! I do! Mama! I hab a Grandpa!! I do hab a Grandpa!! I do!"

I thought about explaining it to him…that no, he's not REALLY your grandpa, he's our dear friend but to see the want and the excitement that he's not an orphen…grandfather speaking…I just couldn't. All I could muster, through the tears that were coming up to surface and almost preventing me to utter a word was…

"yup, you have Grandpa Ron"

and although, Grandpa Ron can never, ever replace Papi (who Pooh
only knew less than 2 years) or Grandpa Larry (who Pooh had never
had the chance to meet), it warms my heart to the core that my kids
 can adopt him and call him Grandpa Ron too.
FYI:
anyone tell my kids differently will be
getting a face full of fist. Got it!?!