Hard to describe how it feels
My grandfather just passed. I’d like to comfort my mother and yet I don’t have time to tear away from Alison or the kid to do anything meaningful for her.
He was the last of that generation for me; I have no biological grandparents any more. Despite not seeing him in over a decade, in addition to the sadness, it’s a strange feeling of … loneliness? Not sure how to describe it.
Last saw him on my birthday, April 17th, 2005, 11 years ago, which might explain the pants in the picture below.
And the past seven years have been one bit of heartbreak after another. Then Nate was born. And then everything went to hell.
He was 97 and had lived a good long life. I look at Alison and think that she’d have to live another 60 years to equal what he’s lived through. What a thing to think.
Was told that, near the end, he combed his hair. He was getting ready to see his wife again. We do so love our wives in my family.
Speaking of love, grandpa, I always loved you and grandma, even if I couldn’t head home to tell you in person.
You woulda loved to meet the kid. He’s got a grin like grandma’s. I woulda loved for you to meet the kid.
Rest in peace, and tell grandma that I miss her and our late night talks.