My mother's father passed away about three weeks before I was born. I've known this my entire life, but it's really been the last few years that I think I've begun to understand how difficult that time must have been for my mother and her family. Having children of your own makes you think of things differently, I suppose.
The one thing everyone says about my Grandfather is how kind he was. He loved people and people loved him. He had people, to whom he had sold cars decades before, attending his funeral. They said, I saw his name in the obituaries and I had to come pay my respects. Hugh Reddy was a gentleman. I like to think that Charlotte's incredible good-natured (is that a word?) personality comes from her great-grandfather.
The other legendary trait my grandfather held was his love of all things Irish. Our family likes to say we're 20% Irish by birth, 80% Irish by heart.
On this St. Patrick's Day, Charlotte celebrates the man who gave her a direct link to the Luck o' the Irish.
A link, which, I might add, she has used, many, many, times.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to you, Papa Reddy. I know you are celebrating.
ELOISE IS WEARING THE SAME DRESS TODAY! (with the diaper cover with the frog on the butt and baby legs!)
ReplyDeleteHappy St. Patrick's Day, Charlotte & Amanda!
Amen to that! I love claiming that Irish side :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the beautiful post Amanda! Your description of Papa Reddy was spot on. He deserves all our love and respect....a life very well lived. Happy St. Patrick's Day Dad!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh- she should be a baby model!! Gorgeous!
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