Yesterday, Richard and I attended his grandfather's funeral. Frank was one of the most influential people in Richard's life. It is so sad to know that he's gone, but we know he's in a better place. He was 91, and had lived a good life. He stood faithfully by Richard's grandmother until she passed away exactly 1 year ago. We know he is by her side, exactly where he wants to be. We are so thankful to have examples in our life like this wonderful man. He was truly a gift to us.
Bryce had an assignment to write a name poem. When I read what he wrote, I was extremely touched. Here it is:
It means strong, smart, fast,
It is 48,
It is like a cloudless sky,
It is going swimming at Gulf Shores,
It is in memory of Daddy Frank,
Who taught me about the B-17 bomber,
When he worked hard in World War II,
My name is Bryce,
It means do what you believe in.
(In case you don't know, Bryce is a huge Nascar fan. His favorite driver is Jimmie Johnson, #48)
I think that is a great tribute to a wonderful man. He lives on in my children.