Friday, September 18, 2020

I lost my grandpa. I have been lucky enough to live 34 years with all four grandparents. He had been dealing with health issues for a long time, so while it was something I knew would be coming, it doesn’t prepare you for the time when it comes. Nothing can.

He was a father figure in my life. One of the few men who had always been there whom I could look up to. I learned so many things from his example. Strength, generosity, kindness, respect, responsibility, work ethic, humor. He was always making us laugh. I get a lot of my silliness from him.

On the weekend that I took this photo, he took my cousins and me on a walk around the small town of Colon, MI. I had been visiting there my whole life, but we still found places that I’d never been before. We walked for what felt like a few miles. On back roads. Through the woods. On the way back, we stopped for ice cream in town. I don’t remember what we talked about, but I’ll always remember the day.

There are 34 years worth of memories I wish I could share. I’m grateful for them.

I guess at times like this I try to slow down and learn some kind of lesson. Maybe try to be a better person for it, even when it’s something difficult. Especially when it’s something difficult. The loss of someone is always a sharp reminder of the brevity of life. Make it count. Love freely. Laugh a lot. Do a little good every day and it will add up to a worthwhile life. Tell someone you love them if you haven’t said it in awhile.

Goodbye is too final of a thing to say. How about “hasta luego.”