Where to begin? This week has been a blur for our family, because on Sunday afternoon we received devastating news that Rhett's dad, Andy, had suddenly passed away.
Never in a million years did we expect this call, and to say Andy's passing took us by surprise is an understatement. Andy is our patriarch, mentor, and a giant among men. He believed in being honest, hard-working and always doing your best. There aren't many people like Andy around, and it breaks my heart to realize that our kids will have to grow up without such a wonderful, wise grandfather.
I've found peace (and tears) this week as I've gone through the many photos and prepared the video for the funeral. Here are a few of my favorites.
I can still hear his voice--the low calm tone on the other end of the phone saying, "Hi, Lori." when I answered--and I hope I never forget what it sounds like. I'll miss his big hugs, and I'll miss our conversations at the dinner table when he visited, but most of all I'll miss grandpa Andy. I know my kids will too.
As I type this at 2:30 am on the morning of his funeral (after watching the video multiple times and filling up buckets with tears), I hope he knows how much we loved him. Because I know that Rhett and I will remind our kids every day how much he loved them. We love you, Andy. Until we meet again.