At the age of 19, I sat at my Father’s deathbed. I watched him battle and lose his life to cancer in a very short period of time. I live with nightmares of his disease, and I grieve over him daily. He never saw me graduate from University, met my husband, walked me down the aisle, or met my son.

My loss haunts me daily. I have spent years attempting to honor his life and his spirit, but his death defined my life and altered it forever.

The moment I knew I was pregnant, I knew I was going to have a baby boy. I had vivid dreams of him and my Father. I am not sure how I knew, but at our 5 month ultra sound, we were told it was a boy.  I knew he would take my Father’s first name, and I knew that somehow, my Father was connected to him.

I am not a deeply religious person, nor am I regular church goer. I have a deep sense of spirituality, mostly from years of travelling. I never want my son to fear death, and I want him to celebrate life.

How do I honor my Father and share who he was to my son? I have met several people in similar circumstances who have chosen never to speak of their deceased parents. Which for me, didn’t make sense, I have always felt that if I still had both parents, why should I deprive my son of his Grandfather?

I realized one day that I don’t even have a picture of my Father on the wall. Strange, but I don’t even have pictures on the wall. It dawned on me just how nomadic we have been living,  and that maybe it was time to start sharing family history with our son.  I feel protective of my memories, and guard them ferociously as if they will one day disappear.

Also, I realized that I didn’t have a proper name for my son to call my Father, just because he is not on this earth didn’t mean that he is not a grandfather, so I told my son he has a Grandpa in the sky. My memories and stories are my own, only those who knew my Father can speak of him. My husband can’t help me with these stories, so it is up to me to give my son his Grandpa.

I thought it would be a lonely journey to start putting pictures up and to unpack memories, yet, in fact, it feels whole. My son looks at photos of my Mother and Father and knows who the man is with Nana. Being nomadic didn’t mean that I had to leave everything in boxes or shut one part of my life up in an air tight box. I figured that it is better to fully unpack, then to stay packed.

How do you introduce a deceased grandparent or family member to your child? How do you keep their memory alive?

This is an original post by Travel Lady with Baby from Vancouver, Canada.  You can also find her on her personal site, Travel Lady with Baby.

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Travel Lady with Baby has never had two feet in one city for long, growing up as a diplomatic kid, bouncing around from one country to another became the norm. Born in Canada, but never feeling Canadian, rather a Hodge Podge of cultures and traditions, Mandarin was her first language, not English, and Spanish still comes out of her mouth when trying to speak French. Travel Lady with Baby declared to her Father that a career in the U.N was her future, but settled for a career at Foreign Affairs on an intense U.N file. After several years of non-stop travel, and having never put up a picture on the wall, she and her husband threw caution to the wind and moved to Vancouver, B.C. to work on an Olympic file. Vancouver brought, a dog, a baby boy and a life-altering event that changed everything. It was this event that made Travel Lady with Baby and her husband realize that Vancouver had run its course, so, naturally it was time to embark on another adventure. Packing everything into a small storage space and giving up their condo, they got on a plane for two months to travel with their son. For the first time, they breathed, got perspective, became present as parents and realized what they wanted. Landing back in Vancouver solidified a business plan and a move to a small town in Quebec. Now running a Sustainable Consulting and Promotions Company with her husband, re-learning French (yes, you do lose it if you don't use it), waking up to a toddler that has more energy than a soccer team, juggling clients, a household, research and marketing, and squeezing in blogging about travel has been nothing but exhilarating. It is very likely that there is another move and way more travel in the near future, but at least this time, they finally put pictures up on the walls. Check out her personal blog, Travel Lady with Baby.

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