I can’t believe it’s been a month since my grandfather passed. I forget that he is gone, sometimes. It’s more like I just haven’t been by for a visit rather than him not being there. When I visit my Grams, I stop and rub his urn and say hello and that I love him. I have caught myself talking about him like he is still here and have had to correct myself…that starts to bring up tears, though I still have yet to really cry this thing out. I’m sure it will be some random day and I will be a snotty, tear stained mess.
In the meantime, I take comfort in my memories, spending time with my grandma and finding photos like the one above of me and my gramps in the kitchen of the house he built. Such a wonderful man and grandfather. I am lucky to have had him in my life.