Seven years ago today, my heart was ripped apart. My grandpa was taken away from me far too early. I was only eleven at the time, but he was SUCH a good man. I still think about him everyday and would literally give anything to be able to wrap my arms around him and tell him one more time how much I love him.
I sit and wonder what he thinks of the person that I am today and wonder if he would be proud of me.
I wish he could see me graduate from high school and then college. I wish he could see my wedding and meet my kids. I hate that I won’t have him there for any of that. I hate that I have to grow up without having him there to cheer me on like he would always do.
I am so happy that you are no longer in pain, Grandpa, but I wish that none of that had ever happened because I need you here with me; we all need you.
