Their Bad Mother

My grandpa died this weekend. He was elderly, but still. It was unexpected. It was totally unexpected. I was going to see him next week. I was bringing his great-grandchildren to see him next week. We were going to see him next week.

Now we’re not.

We’ll go on, we’ll continue – of course, of course, we go on, we continue – but we won’t see him again – the landscape is forever altered, our landscape is forever altered – and the sadness of that just defies words.

But we will go on. We will go on and we will miss him and we will be grateful to have had him and we will remember that and we will remember him and that will have to be enough.

Requiescat in pace, Grandpa. Love you.

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