January 12, 2013 is one of those dates that will hold steadfast
in the young tender heart of nine
year old Teslyn. There are certain days
and reflections in life that define who we are, that allow us to reminisce
exact moments; when we close our eyes and remember the smells and sights of
everything around us. This was that defining moment for her, a quiet Saturday
morning as the phone rang; she looked toward the sky, blew a kiss and sent the
angels racing to heaven to look after her “Papa Mark”. Mark was the simplest of
men, always adorned in his favorite flannel shirt, whose gentle heart left a
legacy of quiet strength and determination of a decorated marine. The proud
grandpa; who just eighteen months earlier was diagnosed with an aggressive
Astrocytoma brain tumor, fought this battle on his own terms. Even at her
innocent age, Teslyn had an implausible bond with her grandpa that crafted the
innate depth of her very being. Letters to heaven, stories in her school
backpack, and her teddy bear handmade with his irreplaceable flannel are
trademark remembrances as she celebrates his unbroken influence on her life. Teslyn’s
wish is to make sure her “Papa Mark” isn’t left behind; that his life is
ignited through the fire in her soul and her love shows endless boundaries.
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