My grandfather died a year ago today.
He was a great man. I know many speak about their beloved, lost relatives in this same tone and fashion. This man was quite exceptional. I won't delve into his accomplishments, but I've shed some tears today because I miss the man and I am saddened.
I still have one Grandma, whom I love dearly (her husband) and a very loving family.
Sorry for the sappiness but it's uninhibited free thought that hits (or splatters) on to this page from my electric gray (brain) from time to time.
The worst part for me is that my whole family was there while he died but I was 700 miles away. I wish I was there but know that I wouldn't want to be in the room at the same point in time. He died of prostate cancer that should have been caught in his charts months before it metastasized.
2 comments:
My heart goes out to you. I do understand your greif. Just know there is / are people how care for you and if you need a shoulder or more to cry on.
Hugs
Ray
Thanks Ray, I debated not posting this one, but why censor myself.
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