Today I lost my dear Grandpa. He died peacefully and
apparently wasn't in pain. And Dad was there beside him, holding his hand.
While this is extremely hard for me, I’m also happy. Happy because I know he
was ready. Happy because of the wonderful life he lived, so so happy that I got to
have him in my life for all of my 28 years and for all of those wonderful
wonderful times, throughout my childhood and my adulthood where I was lucky
enough to have him beside me, happy that we have so much to celebrate about his life and happy because he can now be with Grandma,
where ever that may be.
I like to think he’s not gone, but instead he’s in a little
piece of all of us he’s left behind- his children, his grandchildren, his
great-grandchildren, his dear friends and everyone who’s been part of his glorious journey. I hope he’s proud of his legacy and the wonderful family he’s made around
him, and I thank him for growing me into the person I am.
xxx
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