My Dad went to Heaven five years ago last week.
We all miss him terribly, but maybe it’s selfish to think that way because he’s in paradise now. Where he’s at, the sun always shines and there are no bills to pay. That’s Dad’s reward for a lifetime of treating everyone with respect and kindness (and for working 12 to 16 hours a day to feed seven kids).
The best compliment I can give my Dad is this: Whenever I need to have a conversation with Maisa about how to behave, I just say, “We all need to be like Grampa Kramer. He was always kind to everyone, no matter who they were or what they looked like.”