R.I.P. James Healy
i keep telling myself that this can't be happening. hasn't our family been through enough? just three weeks ago i was holding my mother in my arms at uncle ronnie's funeral. now she'll be holding me.
i guess we should have seen this coming. he was never the same after grammie's death. when you love someone that much it's hard to go on living without them, i miss so incredibly much.
i remember after she died all i could think about was their license plate. it read; "if we had known grandchildren were this much fun, we would have had them first". i remember crying and thinking that my grandpa would have to change it to say "i" instead of "we". now they've become a "we" again. my grandpa is up there with the love of his life. she was, and will forever be, his angel.