Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wish they would, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
I began this week long journey feeling bitter, angry, and hurt towards a grandfather that I thought didn't love me but along the way I've learned that he just didn't show it in ways that I understood. The first instance of this was driving with my mother Thanksgiving night and finding out my grandfather gave my mother flowers when I was born. As you may have guessed, flowers mean a lot to me and to find out that he not only spent money on flowers but took the time to deliver them to my mother just floors me, amazes me, and touches me. Then in my last post my friend Faith gave me words that I really needed to read. It hit home with me today. Now I grieve for the man who may not have loved me like I wanted to be loved but loved me with what he had.