I know that he would be over the moon thrilled about this baby. I just know how incredibly, amazingly happy he would be about it. But what makes this particular part of my pregnancy so bittersweet, just like my college graduation and my wedding, I just wish he was here to share it with me and with my mom.
I never had a grandfathers, both passed away well before I was born, and although Baby M will have Rob's dad, and no offense to him, he won't hold a candle to the grandfather my dad would have been. Of course I'll tell stories, but it hurts that Baby M will never really know him, not well enough to realize how amazing he was. I miss him so much and I wish he was here, in person, to share this time.
"A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal. "