I’ve looked back on my life, and my family and I’ve realized something.
My dads dad passed away when he was 18, I never got to meet him..
My mom’s dad passed away when I was 6, the only memories I have are those that were told to me. They were more like myths than actual memories. I don’t recall a thing..
My dad’s mom suffered from Alzheimer’s for 6 years. By the time I was old enough to really understand what was wrong with her…her mind had already left.
Which leaves me with my Mom’s mom. I had beautiful memories with her. She was so dear to me because she was all I had..
I guess that’s why I took her death so hard.
I never really had a grandparent to spoil me, or spend time with.
To hug and share memories with…I guess what makes me bitter. I don’t know. Just had some thoughts..
Cherish your grandparents..
I should’ve let everyone know that I might now have known you, but I respect you in so many ways. The way Sarah talks about you is absolutely amazing. She had and still has so much love for you, and I’m so thankful that she looked up to you because you taught her how to love. With your actions you shaped her into the girl who could be crazy enough to love me. Thank you, thank you for being the man you were. A true man.
If I died today, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. The world still goes on, gravity still works, the stars will still shine, the grass will still be green. Nothing really changes.
And, not that it would be bad or good, but people would get over it. And their “pain” of my death, would eventually cease and become just another passing event.