Day 19 – A picture of someone you miss.
James Glen Thompson
I miss this person.
A lot.
I miss going to Grandma & Grandpa's
and seeing him there in his usual spot at the end of the couch
watching a round of boxing or the news or something.
I miss having him pick on me for being a little blondie,
but then wrapping his arms around me and giving me
a great big hug and calling me his "Sweet Little Nessy."
I miss his stories about the navy or all of the
mischief he used to get into when he was little.
I miss his smile, and his little smirk.
I miss the way he would roll his eyes when Grandma
would say something silly,
but then turn around and tell her how much he loved her.
I miss the times he would be watching us and he'd take
us to the Dairy Queen because Grandma was gone
and he didn't want to cook anything that night.
I miss going camping with him,
and the time he got mad at me for spilling my chocolate milk,
and then he turned around and spilled orange juice all over his
white shirt while talking to some neighbors.
I miss the way he used to be at every softball game,
volleyball game, or piano recital of mine in high school,
no matter how cold it was outside or how sick he was.
I miss when we used to beg him to turn into the
"hunchback" and chase us around the house,
but he wouldn't do it because he knew we
would get scared, but then he always ended up doing it anyways
because we would not stop begging.
Then, when we did get scared and run down
to Grandma's bed and hide under the covers,
he'd come down there and tickle us so we'd laugh.
I miss the Dickies suits that he would always wear.
I miss seeing him ride the little fifty even though
it was way too small for him.
I miss going fishing with him and watching him reel
in his fish with one leg up on the side of the boat,
and then how he would get so mad that Grandma
would fall asleep and she'd still catch the biggest fish.
I miss playing cards with him at Caliper Lake.
I miss drinking Dr. Pepper with him.
I miss his kind and loving heart:
he was always so charitable to those around him.
Everyone back home remembers my Grandpa because of that.
I miss his voice and how he would always answer the phone
by saying, "Thompson Residence."
I miss his sweet spirit and testimony.
I miss his hugs and kisses.
I miss him.
I miss going to Grandma & Grandpa's
and seeing him there in his usual spot at the end of the couch
watching a round of boxing or the news or something.
I miss having him pick on me for being a little blondie,
but then wrapping his arms around me and giving me
a great big hug and calling me his "Sweet Little Nessy."
I miss his stories about the navy or all of the
mischief he used to get into when he was little.
I miss his smile, and his little smirk.
I miss the way he would roll his eyes when Grandma
would say something silly,
but then turn around and tell her how much he loved her.
I miss the times he would be watching us and he'd take
us to the Dairy Queen because Grandma was gone
and he didn't want to cook anything that night.
I miss going camping with him,
and the time he got mad at me for spilling my chocolate milk,
and then he turned around and spilled orange juice all over his
white shirt while talking to some neighbors.
I miss the way he used to be at every softball game,
volleyball game, or piano recital of mine in high school,
no matter how cold it was outside or how sick he was.
I miss when we used to beg him to turn into the
"hunchback" and chase us around the house,
but he wouldn't do it because he knew we
would get scared, but then he always ended up doing it anyways
because we would not stop begging.
Then, when we did get scared and run down
to Grandma's bed and hide under the covers,
he'd come down there and tickle us so we'd laugh.
I miss the Dickies suits that he would always wear.
I miss seeing him ride the little fifty even though
it was way too small for him.
I miss going fishing with him and watching him reel
in his fish with one leg up on the side of the boat,
and then how he would get so mad that Grandma
would fall asleep and she'd still catch the biggest fish.
I miss playing cards with him at Caliper Lake.
I miss drinking Dr. Pepper with him.
I miss his kind and loving heart:
he was always so charitable to those around him.
Everyone back home remembers my Grandpa because of that.
I miss his voice and how he would always answer the phone
by saying, "Thompson Residence."
I miss his sweet spirit and testimony.
I miss his hugs and kisses.
I miss him.
Not a day goes by where I do not think about him.
He's the greatest man I have ever known.
I admire him.
I look up to him.
I love him so much.
He has been the greatest example in my life,
and I hope he is proud of me.
I cannot wait until the day I will get to see him again.
I love you, Grandpa.
I look up to him.
I love him so much.
He has been the greatest example in my life,
and I hope he is proud of me.
I cannot wait until the day I will get to see him again.
I love you, Grandpa.
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