Not exactly what I want to see in a gas station bathroom.
Thursday night, we lost my grandfather to prostate cancer…or at least, he died because he lacked the will to live anymore. He’s lived with us my entire life, and now there’s this big room of his that seems all wrong after his passing. It’s like losing a father to me because he raised me, cooked my meals, babysat me, stayed up until 11pm just to make sure I got home safely, and joked around every time I was near. It’s hard to believe I’ve lost my third adult role model in just over 1 year: one in July 2011, my grandmother in December 2011, and Poppop in August 2012.
Posts will lag for a few weeks as I adjust to the new Poppop-free lifestyle. Anyone who’s experienced death of a close loved one understands thay it takes time for everything to sink in.
Prayers and kind messages are greatly appreciated in my time of consolation. I love you all.