Gramps. (it's been 6 months tomorrow)
Six months doesn't seem right.
I can remember clear as day the last few weeks.
I'd sit with you for hours just squeezing your hand, talking to you, not knowing how to say goodbye of when my last 'goodnight' would really be.
I think about you every single day.
Mom reminded me the other day to remember you always lived your life in the present.
You were always spontaneous and made sure to do things you wanted when you wanted.
You understood that life was unpredictable and that things could change very quickly without notice.
You treasured the family dearly and let us know often how much you loved each one of us.
Mom also reminded me how much you would hate us being sad.
But it's hard sometimes.
I miss you and I love you.
It's your birthday on Sunday,
I think I'll have a piece of pie for you.
I can remember clear as day the last few weeks.
I'd sit with you for hours just squeezing your hand, talking to you, not knowing how to say goodbye of when my last 'goodnight' would really be.
I think about you every single day.
Mom reminded me the other day to remember you always lived your life in the present.
You were always spontaneous and made sure to do things you wanted when you wanted.
You understood that life was unpredictable and that things could change very quickly without notice.
You treasured the family dearly and let us know often how much you loved each one of us.
Mom also reminded me how much you would hate us being sad.
But it's hard sometimes.
I miss you and I love you.
It's your birthday on Sunday,
I think I'll have a piece of pie for you.