requiescat in pace

[aseariel]

my maternal grandfather died today. i have not seen him since he's been sick, so at least in my memory he is as he has always been: a sturdy man, practical but merry, who worked with his hands with all the humility and grace of one who does not know he is an artist, only that he wants to do something right, one whose laugh was loud and rich, and one who always loved me for no other reason than that i was myself, and spoiled me for all the same reasons.

i miss you, arlie, but i'm glad you're home. i hope you don't mind if i cry for myself for a little bit; i do know that i'll see you again.