The little things

It's been two weeks and yet it feels like now! It feels like so long ago! I have always said I am going to Grandma's but I meant to the house with both of them. Is that stupid? It's the little things. I'm thankful for everything I didn't miss. I'm so thankful I didn't try to get out of helping out for so many things. I always made myself available. I remember the long drives to Marysville to take them to Elk Grove and then all the way back to Marysville. Grandpa loved to eat and we always made sure to eat no matter what we were doing. That was the one thing he looked forward to, he held strong through all the millions of appointments.

I've made it a point-to try and not miss people. Time after time I miss people and have had people come and go out of my life.

I have always loved so hard and so much. It was painful to have people walk out of my life or for them to stay and hurt me.

I miss my Auntie Trine it's been 15 years and I miss her more then I could ever say. Now 15 years later I'm missing my Grandpa.

I know death is a part of life and that it happens and we have to deal with it. I just don't know how to wake up and tell myself that my Grandpa isn't here.

My son no longer has him here to talk to as a Grandpa and I'm thankful he has a good father but wish he had a good Grandpa for more years then myself.

*tear*sigh*