Bruiser and Patchy
I have never thought about family of mine passing away until today, and it breaks me in two. I've never ever thought about it before until my grandfather was showing me all his old photos of his mother and letters he was sent by the government, thanking him for his service as a soldier. Seeing his driver's license from Cuba, and how he looked when he was 23 years old and didn't know what to do with his life. One of the things that always makes me feel horrible is thinking about what a bad person I am and how I've lived so easy but my grandparents have lived through so much. Thankfully, I've gotten to know my grandparents and live with them for a while, some people haven't, and that's so terrible. I just don't even want to imagine them not being around. They're healthy though, and hopefully they'll live to see their great grandchildren. My grandfather told me he's leaving me all his photos and letters once he passes. I hate that he says that, because it means he thinks about it, and it makes me shiver. I'm glad I get to keep his memories though. My subject line is the name of the two dogs in that photo. Those were my dad's pet dogs when he was a kid. Bruiser and Patchy.