Sunday Mornin' Coming Down - A post about my Dad each Sunday, named after a song that he loved.
Yesterday my dad became a grandfather, posthumously. This situation is the same as my own grandfather on my dad's side - he died before I was born. Grandma often talked about how much he would have loved to be a grandfather, and the same is true for Dad.
My parents are not the type to pressure their kids to marry or have children. They have always left that part of our personal lives alone. They are supportive and loving but don't bug us about these types of choices. So, I don't have memories of my father talking about how excited he would be to have grandchildren. He didn't talk about wanting to be a grandparent.
On a certain level I think that the title of Grandfather would have made my dad feel old, something he hated. On another level, he loved kids, and prioritized family. If he wasn't eagerly awaiting the arrival of a grandchildren, once it became a reality he would have been thrilled - and very emotional.
My hope is that we see some of my dad in Avery. I want my whole family to collectively share their love for Dad with our new little Sweeton so that he feels close to this person he will never know. But most importantly, I hope that we can continue to pass my dad's values (family, friends, honesty, hard work, value for money, standing by your word, commitment) forward with this new generation of our family.