Walking With Granddaddy

Six months ago, my first husband, the enigma I was married to for 26 years, passed away.  It was a total shock for our entire family. Massive heart attack. He'd only just turned 60. He was deeply loved by me, by his seven children and his 10 grandchildren. His name was Terry Clements and he loved those grandchildren more than anything in this world.
He passed away on a Saturday morning while caring for three of the grandchildren, a 13-year-old young lady, a 4-year-old boy and a 7-year-old girl. Today, I want to share a short story told to me by that 7-year-old, whom we fondly call Laynah-bug. It was a rainy day and Laynah-bug and I were in the car chatting as we drove to pick up her little brother from his school. She brought me to tears. Here's what she said.

"I kinda like the rainy days. Granddaddy and I used to walk in the rain. Remember when we lived in that other apartment?  We would walk in the rain up to the dumpster. We liked the rain falling on us. We went when it was dark. We would throw away the trash and then go to the gas station. Granddaddy always got me a snack and a root beer. Always a root beer. Not ever anything else to drink. He got me different snacks. Sometimes popcorn or chips and sometimes donuts."She got quiet for a moment. Sighs."Yeah, that was always really fun....walking with Granddaddy."
 Walking with Granddaddy. He loved to walk. He loved rainy days. He loved sooo much.