At dinner, Che's talking about her grandparents and how she only has one grandpa now.
"I told Da," she tells Sarah, "that if I could I would bring him back to you."
Sarah smiles and nods.
"Where's he buried?" Che prods.
We explain that he was cremated and what means.
"Aunt Angie has him in an urn. When Georgia plays football, she sits him in a chair with a beer to watch the game," I add.
"I wish I could meet him."
"Awe, he would have eaten you and your Mom up," I wistfully sigh.
"If Aunt Angie has him then she can she bring him so I can meet him."
Sarah and I erupt in laughter!
"Why not?" I giggle, sending Angi a text that, if she has room when she visits Mom next week, to bring Dad too.
His youngest granddaughter is dying to meet him.
