Sometimes it's hard for me to remember that my Grandpa has died. While talking to my Grandma today I asked about her lilacs and how they turned out this spring (I hate to miss their short season, but I do) and she mentioned that they were so beautiful and that she had taken some over to my Grandpa's grave because he had planted them and taken such good care of them over the years.
And it just hits me.
And the tears start to fall again and I just yearn to be home in her kitchen watching them bicker over whether or not he can taste the potato salad... or watch him work in his garage or even go back to the day when he planted those lilacs and see him.
And I can't.
I can't help but miss him and I can't help but be so confused that someone who was so full of life is no longer filling that body that I hugged and kissed and found comfort in.
It's just so unnatural for me to think of the man that I loved so much is not with us anymore.
And I miss him all over again.
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Thank you Joanna, for this nice tribute to Grandpa. Now you know, in a small way, the empty feelings I have without grandpa at my side. It is a void that no one else can fill. I know the separation is temporary, but it is certainly not easy. I love you. Grandma
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