Happy Fathers Day

I was born with 2 fathers. My daddy. My Grandpa. They both loved me very much. For men its not an easy thing to show it though. Neither my dad or my grandfather was one to say "Stef, I love you." Sometimes I think they were both scared of a little girl. My dad only had one and I was the only granddaughter for 7 years until my cousin was born. My grandpa was known for a few things. Jokes, meatballs, and hugs. He was always happy, always eating, and always making jokes. He owned a grocery store for much of his life, and the people who shopped there all loved him. Sometimes if I tell people my last name they say "OH are you related to the family that ran Burnet Market?" When I say yes, they normally ask how my grandfather is doing. The first few times I had to tell a total stranger that my grandfather was gone was hard. I never expected such sadness from total strangers. As for my father. I love him very much. He is the one who was there when I feel by the turtle tank at the zoo. I saw his face then and I could tell he was scared that I was badly hurt. He was also the one who helped out at my softball games. He never is good at saying it but I know he loves me.

I would not be truthful if I stopped my post there. There is someone else who is vastly important to me, and who is in fact my grandfather. We adopted each other, and I am sure we will never let go. We are stuck together now, and I am very glad and very lucky. I have never met this man before but I have seen his smiling face many times and I have spoken to him when I really needed someone to talk to. I have befriended him as well as his loving family. I love him like I loved my real grandpa. So Happy Fathers Day Grandpa Dave.