Losing a grandfather is one thing. Losing my pop, who I have shared twenty birthdays with, came with a whole new level of pain and shock. I always said my pop was made of gold with his one liners, his wide eyes when he would do something silly. My pop was a a quite, solid, golden man who was the best man to everyone. He treated every single person he came across with such a kindness you don't find easily.
We we had gone to New Jersey for my Pop's sisters funereal. Sweet Aunt Janet. Our family all trucked out there to be with the whole Morton-DeSimone clan. The Saturday evening after the funeral, Pop was amitted to the hospital and little did we know that he would never leave. That our sweet sweet pop would never get to come home to his wife, or to his silly dog. To us.
I had had written two posts during this time having no idea of what was looming around the corner on June second. June second being the three year anniversary of my Grandpas death.
We lost Craig Morton in the early mornings of Friday June 2, 2017. Nobody saw it coming so soon. And no matter what, you're never ready for the blow.
Our entire family flew In from all over the world. California, Dever, Minneapolis, Madrid, Atlanta, New Orleans, and more to celebrate the beautiful life of my Pop. The whole gang was together again, with all the aunts and uncles and all of the coolest cousins you may ever meet. The family banter, the crazy laughter, the realization we are all more alike than we like to admit. And for those who know me personally know how fast I talk, and how it's completely a Morton thing. But above all we have had Nana and Pop starting the family and continuing to keep us all together with so much love it's overwhelming. Nana & Pop being such a strong root for our whole clan. We all got to bond together over how truly blessed we all were to not only be related to pop but to carry on the legacy of one of the greatest men. So despite the sadness we had so much comfort in each other and in the stories of our truly amazing grandfather.
As the pastor said, Pop was a good man, but being good doesn't get you into Heaven. Jesus does and because of Pop's strong faith in Jesus we have such comfort that he is no longer in pain. But in eternal happiness. I will never be able to thank God enough for pop. Or to thank Pop for being one of the most upstanding man I have ever met not only to me but to his wife, my mom and her siblings, and to us grandkids. My birthday will be one person short for the rest of my life. But I could not have been more blessed to be the granddaughter of one of the worlds best people and share March 22 with him for the past 20 years.
Because of everything i stepped away away from the blog to figure things out. To take time to write this how I wanted to write this. Because in reality no words I could ever write would ever do my pop justice. But some are better than none.