It would have been your birthday today, making the loss of you all the more real. I would have seen you at church today or called up the house to say, “Happy Birthday Grandad!” and hear you reply, “Thank you darling.” It’s sad that I’m not able to hear your voice, see you smile or give you a hug.
I still miss you, each and everyday, feeling the hurt of knowing my grandad is no longer here. Talking to mum and Rhianna today, we agreed that God knew that it was your time to go, but I can’t help wishing that you were still here. I still wanted more time with you – time to hear more of your silly jokes, time to study Revelation, time to learn more about your childhood and your home of Jamaica.
I wanted more time to speak with you, as there are so many things I wish I could have said and so much more love I wish I could have shown. Often when you come to mind, I wonder if you knew how much I loved you – I really hope you did.
August is now a little emptier without you, and I hate that. We were part of the same club, celebrating our birthdays nine days apart, but Zane now has that day to himself. There were many years when doctors and other individuals thought you wouldn’t be spending birthdays with us, but I never shared their doubts, so it comes as a surprise to me that I’m not telling you happy birthday this year. You were such a fighter, I just didn’t imagine losing you.
I guess I’ll just have to get used to an August without you, no longer able to celebrate your birthday or have you around to celebrate mine. However, I’m incredibly happy for all of the Augusts I did spend with you and all of the memories you gave me over the years. I was very lucky to have you as my grandad and you still have a piece of my heart. I love you always and forever.