two hundred and nineteen
well, on thursday my grandpa died.
and i love him so very much, so i'm kind of having a rough time with it.
the funeral was yesterday.
i can't stop.
i keep on catching myself trying to find little ways of him still being with me, but i know that i only do this because i can't come to terms with the fact that i'll never see him alive again. i'll actually never see him dead again either.
the last thing he said to me was "i love you too sweetie"
rest in peace grandpa, you're the best.
and i love him so very much, so i'm kind of having a rough time with it.
the funeral was yesterday.
i can't stop.
i keep on catching myself trying to find little ways of him still being with me, but i know that i only do this because i can't come to terms with the fact that i'll never see him alive again. i'll actually never see him dead again either.
the last thing he said to me was "i love you too sweetie"
rest in peace grandpa, you're the best.