My Granddaddy died yesterday and I still feel like I can't believe it. I knew he was ill but sometimes because I'm far away from everyone, it's easy to think everyone is always going to be fine. I loved my Granddaddy so much. He was always joking and teasing and smiling. Even when he was being cranky he was often doing it for a laugh. He lived a long happy life and now he can go somewhere and be with my Grandmother. Those two loved each other so much so I'm happy they can finally be back together.
This reminds me to always tell my family how much I love them all the time. You remember, too.