I don't even know what day it is.

We have had a long week. 

Brad's grandpa, our Papa,  passed away last Sunday night. 

He lost his three year battle with cancer to gain his eternal reward. 

He left behind a family that adored everything about him. From his keen sense of humor to his spirit rich in generosity, he was a precious man to many, many people. He loved and served the Lord and modeled a marriage that rivaled the greatest of love stories. His class, integrity and character are well known and admired.

Though we find much joy in his life and legacy, we are sad to lose the man whose smile enriched our lives. We have fluctuated from great joy over his healing to great sadness of life without him. 

The funeral on Thursday was a tribute to his life and service full of honor and God's mercy. 

Grandparents are such a special treat. Many of us are blessed to have grandparents in our lives that have impacted us greatly. I only hope I can preserve Bob's legacy in the lives and hearts of my children, whom he adored. 

Between mingling with strangers, chatting with friends and seeing family, I have lost track of my days. 

Yesterday, we were at my in-laws house seeing family members off. We brought the munchkins home for a nap and Brad and I  collapsed napped for three hours with the kids. Sheer exhaustion.

Last night, my in-laws watched our kids and my nephew while we went out with one of our favorite couples, Aaron and  Tara. We had such a great time. We always do. I only wish we lived closer, a nine hour drive makes weekly dinners a challenge. 

I can only pray that when I leave this earth, my family and offsprings will talk about me with as much admiration and respect as what was paid to Bob last night. He was a servant, faithful to his God. 

What. A. Legacy.