His way

January 31, 2006 | Karin's Blog | 4 comments

We buried my husband’s grandfather, Pappy, yesterday. These last 10 days have been so emotionally draining I find myself sometimes just staring blankly at a wall, and when I realize I have a responsibility staring back, just saying, screw it. But the funny thing is I can hear Pappy saying, “C’mon, honey, don’t be sad. I’m happy where I am. Now live.”
He was an unselfish man, a loving man, and as I wrote last Friday over at Murder She Writes, he was a prince of a man.
This morning over my coffee as I look around my messy desk, I realize life must go on. I must live it. I have responsibilities, I have a family, I do have a life, a life to live to the fullest. In living it I won’t be forgetting about Pappy, actually, I feel as if there is a new energy to my step, like maybe he is there, giving me that extra little push, that extra zing of energy. You see, now I feel like if I don’t produce, I have somehow failed, and more specifically, failed Pappy. He wants me to be happy, he wants me to do what I love. I love to write. I love to be with my family, it’s what I do, it’s what he did, and in my writing, his memory will burn bright and hot.
Pappy loved his family, loved to party and loved to love. He lived his life his way, and taught me in actions and now in retrospect to live my life the same way.
Here’s to you, Pappy, your way.
I love you,
Karin Lynn




  1. Amy

    Sounds like you’ve got the exact right idea, Karin. Hugs to you.

  2. Allison Brennan

    Here’s a toast to Pappy, Karin.

  3. Edie Ramer

    A great post, Karin. I’m sure he is looking down saying, “You’re beautiful, girl. You go.”

  4. D'Ann Linscott-Dunham


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