Dec 09, 2008 17:15
Today marks 8 years since my grandpa died..
I don't know which is worse, the fact that he's really gone or that some days I forget how much I miss him.
And for those you either don't know me well or haven't known me very long, he was very very important to me. I looked up to him my whole life, he's second only to my dad and mom when it comes to family. I mean I was named after his wife and everything.. My grandma died when my dad was only 17. I was named after before my parents even started dating.. My dad knew his first daughter would be Mary, after his mother.
I wish he were around now. So many things would be different.. not so much better or worse, just different. I can't even list all the times when I thought about what he'd think about a situation or how much he'd enjoy seeing me, Emily and my cousins grow up.
I can only hope that he'd love me and be as proud of me now as he was 8 years ago.
I love you Pop-Pop and I miss you so much.
pop-pop,
r.i.p,
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