07/03/2026
When you're a kid, you have no idea that the completely ordinary days will end up meaning the most.
For me, those memories were the summers I spent visiting Nana and PaJim in Colorado. I was their very first grandchild... and let’s be honest, obviously PaJim's favorite. 😉❤️🤣 (Jk)
One thing I’ll never forget is how he’d always take an extra moment to make sure I knew I was seen. He’d look me right in the eyes, wait for me to look back (which, if you know me, you know that's always been hard for me 😂), and tell me how proud he was of me and how much he loved me.
As the years went on, watching vascular dementia slowly change the man who used to see me so clearly was heartbreaking.💔
Last month, I made a trip to Kentucky. Even though the disease had taken his memory, and he couldn’t quite place who I was... the instinct to love me was still there. He looked right at me, past all the confusion, and told me he loved me.
That was the last time I saw him. Tonight, at 8:49 PM he passed away peacefully, surrounded by the people who loved him most. 🤍
Dementia took so much from him, but it never took away his ability to love.
I love you, PaJim. Thank you for every summer, every hug, every "I'm proud of you," and every "I love you."