I am sitting with my grandparents, or should I say next to their stones.
The last week has been a little rough. In the past I would have picked up grandpa and had lunch.
He would ask about the family and laugh at stories about the kids. Sooner or later we’d talk about the challenge of supporting a family and this and that.
I miss those moments. Our relationship had matured. We were friends who could relate to each other.
When he died I lost a confidant. It is really hard not being able to see him.
So I drove out to Eden and here we are together. I am still telling him stories and I imagine that he is still laughing even though I can’t really hear his voice.
It makes me feel better to be here close to him. Sometimes I get upset with life because I feel like I have been robbed of people I love.
But then again I think about what I had and what I have.
Surely things could be worse.
That is all I have to say right now.
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