Two years ago, I was convinced that I could never mention your name without falling apart. I was convinced that the heavy weight on my chest would never fade away. Now I know these are the moments when I’ve mostly felt the miracles and magic in my life, mostly the pouring support and love of friends.
Grandpa, I miss your sweet voice calling out my name so I could turn the music up and that little wave you did from under the sheets when I thought you couldn’t handle another hospital stay. I miss your serious toned lectures that always ended as a joke or a song. I miss the sound of your footsteps scrunching on the grass while you checked your garden. Now, my love, I’d like to tell you that your strength and willpower have been my inspiration since you left this world. I am blessed to be able to write through all the grief and the pain. And I’m certain that my world wouldn’t be complete without your sweet and gentle presence in my universe. I will always love you.