Fast forward to the end on my pregnancy. I had my doctor's appointment on a Wednesday. At the visit, she asked me if we wanted to be induced the next day. As excited, soon-to-be 1st time parents, and lacking the knowledge of how painful induction was, we jumped on it. And we welcomed our little bundle of joy on Thursday, July 27.
Later my dream came back to me. I don't know how true my dream would have become. But the way the days fell, my grandfather's birthday is 2 days after Eric's. And on that particular year, it happened to fall on a Saturday.
If I would have held out and not been induced, would Eric have shared my grandfather's birthday? I always wonder that. Every year as their birthdays roll around again.
This year, for Eric's birthday, my grandmother sent him pictures of grand-dad. One of them was a more recent before he got really sick and the other was a picture of him playing football.
I never knew he played football. It doesn't surprise me, I just never knew. Eric decided that was the best thing he could have ever gotten.
Today would have been grand-dad's 77th birthday. He has been gone for 8 years. It is so hard to believe that it has been that long. He was such a kind and gentle man. My older kids miss him and his funny antics. I wish he was here to hang out with my littler ones. Brandy, who was born 2 days after he passed away, that I am positive got to hang out with him for those 2 days. Little Johnny, who was named after him. And the baby, ToriBeth, who would have charmed her way into his heart and been his best friend.
Happy Birthday Grand-dad!
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