I can’t believe it’s been a year since you passed, time flies by so fast, yet it still feels surreal. I don’t see you anymore and you’re not here, buried how many feet down in the ground; but it feels like you should still be here. Not seeing you feels wrong.
Going to your house, it’s weird not having you greet me at the door with one of your famous lines or watch you slowly descending down the stairs. It’s sad not seeing you at church on a Sabbath and not hearing from you on my birthday wasn’t nice. In fact, not being able to tell you happy birthday wasn’t nice either – August is our month and it’s a whole lot emptier without you.
There are times when sitting there thinking about you, suddenly remembering that you’re gone, can bring me to tears. However, there are times when those thoughts bring a smile to my face, as I remember all the good memories I have of you. Simple little things I took for granted are no longer the same and I wish I could hear another one of your Burton jokes again – you genuinely did make me laugh.
I still miss you so much grandad, a whole twelve months later, and I still want you to come back. The pain isn’t so raw, but I don’t think my heart will ever fully recover from having you taken away. There was still so much more for us to say, so much more time for us to spend together and a whole lot more for me to learn from you. I keep thinking about the joke you told me about Job’s daughters, which you never finished and I never heard the end of, which saddens me more than I can describe.
Grandad, you were my inspiration and my hero, one of the people I looked up to most in the world. I just hope I can make you proud and continue your legacy, because you were the most humble, loving, genuinely caring, considerate individual I ever knew. I can’t wait to see you again.
Love you with all my heart.