Tomorrow i will wake up and it will be a year. A year since he died...a year since i sat on the front entry way floor and sobbed to the point i couldnt breath. When i think to that day i dont remember much other than tears, feelings, and thoughts. Like most i suddenly thought to the memories... the image of his face...his blue eyes with soft wrinkles on the outer corners. His mischivious smile he could not hide. The way his whole body was comsumed in joy when he laughed. I go back to the viewing and funeral and i see myself in shock of the people who came. I knew he was amazing but i never knew of the power in one mans hands. He had touched so many and given so much. I still think of him daily and puse at times to close my eyes and see if i can see him. The image i get is of a man made whole once again. I know we are told to be happy for them because they are in a better place, and i am but for a few moments tomorrow i will wish he was still here.
I LOVE YOU GRANDPA!!!
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