Grandpa passed away in May. The birthday and Christmas cards that Grandpa had sent throughout the years, I packed away especially the ones that had a special note in them.
Well, I pulled out the last handwritten Christmas card that Grandpa had sent and put it front and center. I then, pointed it out to Den.
Our conversation went a little like this............................
Me-"There is a special card that I put in front." (I watched Den's face because I know how much it will mean to him that Grandpa is still a part of our Christmas.)
Den-(Opens the card and reads it and then looks horrified)"Grandpa sent us a card?"
I really think that its me. I cause the problems in this house. I really meant for that to be a special moment and for Grandpa to be with us. Instead, Den thought Grandpa was sending us cards from the grave. I saw it as thoughtful and he saw it as creepy. How has our marriage made it this far?