I’ve been avoiding this post, because it’s just too hard to write. Emilie always says, “it’s not real until I write about it”, and maybe that’s why I’ve put it off so long, because I don’t want it to be real.
Three weeks ago today, my grandfather passed away suddenly.
See, when I say that, I can’t seem to follow up on it, because that one sentence says everything to me.
My grandfather passed away.
My grandfather passed away.
It’s so finite.
It still takes my breath away to even think it.
For the rest of the season I’m trying to bring in the harvest and plant in order to help supplement my grandmother’s income, but the truth is that I have to keep going. As long as I’m in that dirt, on that tractor, in the potting shed, I can still feel my grandfather with me, and I know he sees me there, and I pray he’s proud of me.
I am so sorry that you had to experience this loss, you and Daddy were peas in a pod. I know he will be looking down on your activities and will be smiling a big grin as he sees you continuing in your gardening activities and even in teaching the rest of us sho never got that involved in it. Keeping things going is the best memorial you can build for him. Even though he isn’t physically here, he will never be gone, he was too big a part of us. Thanks for the posted memories. And please pass the Prozac.
I am sorry for your loss.
I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow.
I’M PROUD OF YOU!!!!