The last grandchild Melvin lived to see was Ashari. Melvin would call her Atari and Fire and I would laugh and say, "It's Ashari, not the game Atari!" As with Kristian we were all there for the birth of my bunny rabbit. We didn't actually see the birth, but were there to see her washed and checked. The amazing thing was that during the entire task, she never cried. She just looked around and was as cool as a cucumber. Fire was so proud. His total demeanor changed, I knew at that moment that my child would rise to the occasion and become a good father. As Kennedie looked just like Melvin's oldest sister, Ashari looked like one Melvin's younger sisters and Shari's middle name is a testament to the resemblance.
Since Shari was an only child I was worried that she would have a difficult time mingling with other children, concern unfounded. She is fiercely independent and extremely bright. Her communication skills are bar none and like her father, she has no fear. She loves her cousins, yet never whines about going home alone. God is rewarding her strength with a baby brother due in May.
Melvin would have been so amazed at all of our grandchildren.
We also have a three year old grandson named Michah, he is the clone of Wind. He has the same free spirit and smile as his dad. After his first day of school, this year, I could hear him in the background shrilling with glee about what he did at school with Kennedie and Kristian. No longer did he have to wonder what they did from 8:00 to 3:00 each day, he knew and was glad about it.
It feels good to see my boys raising their families, heaven knows, they have big shoes to fill, for their father sacrificed everything for his birds, may they never forget the root of their strength and the measure of love a father has for his children.
tomorrow
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