My grandfather has passed away.
I’m actually a little too sad right now to write anything about him, because it will just make me even more sad that he’s gone. I’m not at that stage yet, I’m actually kinda pissed about the whole thing to be honest. Besides, even as a professional writer, there are just some things I can’t put into words. I’d like to tell you about my him, but we’ll have to save that for another time.
You never know when somebody is gonna get called up to heaven. It can be devastating to lose a loved one when there is so much left unsaid. Tell them all those things NOW because if you wait it will be too late. Call your mom, your grandma, somebody you hold in your heart, to tell them they’re special. Yes, it sounds supremely cheesy, but supreme cheese is super delicious!
A few years ago, when I’d gotten myself cleaned up, no longer clinging to my party boy ways and finally in stable enough shape to travel back home to Ohio, I was flat broke and had nothing to get as a birthday gift for my dad, grandfather and younger brother — as they all have birthdays in the month of February. Instead, I wrote them an essay detailing how they’ve influenced me and are a part of my life each and every day. It totally made them cry. Then I cried, and we all cried. Point is, they know how I feel. Not only did I get to say the things I wanted to say, but it changed the dynamic. Now we always say “I love you” when we talk to each other. It makes a difference.
I feel really fortunate that I have such a good relationship with Ol’ Fergie, I’d just seen him on his 80th birthday and spoken to him even more recently on the phone.
Goodbye, grandpa. You will be missed but never forgotten!
