I didn’t post this week yet. I couldn’t. My sweet grandpa passed away at the age of 86 on monday and I haven’t had the words, or the heart.
It’s hard to wrap my head around everything his death means. It’s hard to see a life reflected in an obituary, such a one-dimentional portrayal of someone that could never be captured by words alone. If you were one of the lucky ones to have known him, you know that he never spoke a negative word about anyone. He was the kindest man, the most loving and gentle person, who could out-joke anyone. He had a catching laugh and a twinkle in his eye. He was larger than life, the kind of man who taught you what was important just by being himself.
I am honored to be a part of his legacy.
I know he lived a good life. I know he was ready to go. I know he was surrounded by loved ones.
But it still hurts.
So, hug the people that mean something to you. Spend time with family. Do the things that really count. Because life goes so fast.