I started off today thinking I was going to write about Fall finally arriving. I sat outside on my patio, felt the cool breeze, looked up to the sky and felt the warm sun on my face. I closed my eyes, with my face tilted to the sky….and that’s when it happened.
My Grandpa used to sit like that. He loved feeling the sun on his face. He’d sit in his chair outside and say, “Oh, it feels good,” and a smile would spread across his face.
My Grandpa passed away from a very quick battle against pancreatic cancer 10 years ago. He was diagnosed late, and within 3 months he was gone. His cancer progressed rapidly, and his physical abilities decreased just as fast. He was confined to a bed, but my Grandma was his angel, he said so himself.
Missing someone is a strange thing. I’ve grieved, it’s been plenty of time, and then boom, out of the blue I find myself tearing up and talking to him, telling him I love him and miss him. We had a special bond; both my parents worked and my grandparents were there for us after school, for sports, for everything. Our family changed when he died, and I am forever grateful for all of the love he showed me.
Is there someone that you miss? Do they ever enter your mind randomly and unexpectedly? I’d love to hear from anyone who wants to share. If not, know that missing someone also helps your remember how wonderful they were. Til next time….