One year ago today, I spent my Grandaddy's last day on Earth with him. I rubbed his legs, sang him songs, and tried to encourage him to drink. That evening, his sick body couldn't take anymore, and he passed on from this world to the next.
I read this at his funeral.
I can't really write anything else. I just do my best every day to make him as proud of me as I was of him.
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I'm sorry Bonnie. You will never really stop missing him, but hopefully you will always let him somehow guide you to to be the best that you can be.
ReplyDeleteI hope so! :)
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