The week my grandfather died and we were all down there with him... I couldn't stop trying to memorize everything about him. I counted the freckles or liver spots on his left hand every day waiting for the number to change. I examined the ridges in his bad fingernail from when he got his hand stuck while loading artillary into a huge gun on the
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In the past 3 months my great aunt and my dad's brother both passed....this year has been full of some extreme highs and some extreme lows, for quite a few people it seems. When my Uncle Jim passed, driving down to PA and seeing family I haven't seen in awhile, seeing my dad dealing with a loss that I can't even begin to understand....it brought a lot of things into perspective for me. Knowing that he was so sick didn't really help at the time because I felt, with the other deaths that have come to be this past year, everything was coming undone. I know now that they don't necessarily leave us...just the shell goes. Those memories that you have made....they will never leave, Becca. You will have those forever.
I'm always here.
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