By jen
This year, a couple of days before Christmas, my paternal
grandfather, Rayburn Britt, passed on to be with the Lord. While so few of my
days were spent with him, he did make a big impact on my life. He was such a
kind man. Even though I was not a direct descendent (of blood), he made me feel
like I was his favorite. Of course, I am pretty sure he made everyone feel like
that. Just ask my siblings or my cousins, any of his children or grandchildren
or great grandchildren. It was a joy to hang out with him.
Another one of his many legacies that has stood out to me
was how much he loved my grandmother and cared for her. One of the events that
really stuck in my mind over the years was that he would bend down on the
ground and help my grandmother put on her shoes, even when he wasn’t feeling in
the best of health himself. All I can say is that if Jonathan will continue to love
me even half as much as my grandfather loved my grandmother, I will probably be
in great shape.
Here is to a great man!
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