I started this letter long before you slipped away from us. I remember thinking about the countless items I could choose to talk to you about. Would I tell you how proud I was of you? How courageous you are? Your entire world has changed these last few years & yet you faced every step of it with courage, trust & faith. Would I tell you that I had this burning sense of pride deep in my heart every time I told someone I was the granddaughter of Roy Jesperson? You earned the respect & love that accompany that name. Would I tell you that some of my most cherished memories are the times I spent with you & Grandma, whether it was watching old western movies or listening to your stories? You were quite the storyteller. Your eyes would light up & sparkle more & more with each embellished detail. Grandma couldn’t help but roll her eyes & sigh, with a smile of endearment. Do I tell you how grateful I am to have had one the most giving & kind men I know as a Grandfather. Would I tell you that your hands, those precious hands were dearer to me than you could possibly imagine. I can’t think of anything more wonderful than the comfort of being embraced and cared for with those big, gentle, loving hands.
There were so many pieces to you and to the amazing life you lived; your happiness & joy were contagious. You were a Pilot, a Healer, a Patriot, a Cherished Husband, a Loving Father and so many more things. But the most important thing you were to me was, my Grandpa. I have to admit, that losing you has left a much bigger hole in my heart than I expected. It makes perfect sense though. What a big part of my life you were. I can’t think of a better reason to shed so many tears. I’m grateful for every tear I have shed & continue to shed. Only the greatest Grandfather could have left such a mark. I love you dearly and can hardly wait to feel those big gentle hands in a wonderful embrace when we meet again.
Love,
Chelsea
