Yesterday

...was St. Patrick's Day (technically since it is after midnight, it was two days ago).  I have never been a big fan of St. Patty's Day, it's hard to think fondly of the day you were told (at 7 years old) that your grandfather had "passed away."  St. Patrick's Day makes it impossible for me to forget just how long Paw-Paw has been gone.  My mom said "It's hard to believe that it has been 14 years since I've seen my Daddy."  It broke my heart (and still does). Even though it has been equally as long since I've seen him, it just isn't the same.  I can't imagine, I don't want to imagine.

I am lucky to still have one grandparent, Granny Dixon.  She is really wonderful and I know I often take her for granted. But I can't help but miss my "Gee-ah" and "Paw-Paw."  Living in their house is a constant reminder.  I will occasionally open the coat closet and touch Paw-paw's old work shirt that Gee-ah wrapped around her blouse after he died.  Tears well up in my eyes every time.  They were great grandparents and I was lucky to have them as long as I did, but the older I get the more I miss them, the more I wish I had been able to have them just a little bit longer.

Anyway, although I don't love St. Patty's Day, I took some time to remember my grandfather, spent some quality time with his daughter (who looks soooo much like him!), and had a few green beers. UK won and I was accepted into UK's Graduate Program. Plus, I didn't get pinched.  So, all in all, it was a very good day.