Last week while packing boxes in preparation to move into their new house. My daughter discovered a treasure map that my husband had drawn for our grandson when he was a young child. Like many young children, Justin dreamt of being a pirate and discovering lost treasure. Treasure that would buy everything his heart desired. Making him not only rich but also famous. Knowing how excited Justin would be if he discovered lost treasure. His papaw drew him a “treasure” map.
Knowing this was a special moment between a grandfather and grandson. I watched from the kitchen window as Papaw accompanied Justin on his quest for buried treasure. The joy on both my husband’s and Justin’s face was priceless. A moment in time that neither Justin or my husband would ever forget.
On that day Justin discovered “treasure” and believed he had accomplished the impossible. Even later when he realized that it was his papaw’s map not Texas Jack’s. Justin was happy. After all, a pirate’s treasure couldn’t compare to the treasure that was his on a daily basis— his papaw’s love.
Justin no longer is that little boy pretending to be a pirate. Searching for buried treasure. He graduated from high school last month and is preparing to enter college to begin a new quest for treasure. As I watched him walk across the graduation stage, sorrow pierced my heart. For you see, his papaw wasn’t there this time to see the joy on his grandson’s face. It’s been eight years since Papaw went home to be with Jesus. However, he forever will be remembered by one young man who many years ago discovered a treasure of incomparable worth— his Papaw’s love.
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Have a great day! Rita