My big conundrum last week was picking which pair of Grandpa Buck’s boots looked best with my dress to wear to Rae’s wedding. Any opportunity I get, I wear them. I love when people comment on them or ask me about them and I can say they were my grandpa’s. I can’t think of anything he took more pride in (other than his family) than his beloved boots and I love being able to pass that on to others now that they are mine.
During the dance, Rae danced with Seth’s Grandpa Hal. I lost it. One, because it was a beautiful moment, but two, because neither of my grandpa’s could come to my wedding. Grandpa Buck passed away before I even got engaged (with the ring he helped design for my grandma) and Grandpa Harold was in too frail of health at that point to be able to. I know they would have both wanted to be there if they could, life just sometimes has other plans.
So as I sat their in a small pile of self pity, I realized I may not have gotten to dance with Grandpa Buck at my wedding, I sure was dancing up a storm in his boots which is the next best thing and I’m sure he was getting a kick out of it. If I can’t have my grandpa, at least I can have his boots. And sometimes that’s enough.