I woke up this morning and looked at the date, it’s been a month since my grandfather died. Things are pretty much still raw & I miss him like crazy. I guess as time goes by, I’ll stop counting the months and move to years but nothing can stop me from ever forgetting him and missing him like crazy.
I miss our daily phone calls, watching black & white movies with him, watching him snore on the sofa, sleeping over at his house, hearing old stories… even the lectures about how much diet coke I drink. Those are memories, one’s I’ll never forget and I treasure every moment I ever spent with him, I just wish I had more!