Grampie

Strong.

There's no other way to explain him. He was strong. Head strong. Mentally strong. Emotionally strong. Strong til the end.

When I look back, I wish I had gotten the chance to be with him more. I think, "Why didn't I go with Dad?" or "Why didn't I ask to make a special weekend trip?" My problem was that I was too absorbed in the now. Myself, my friends, my weekends. I feel absolutly terrible that I didn't give up one Friday-Saturday combo to go see the man who saw the good in me even when I failed to see it in myself.

He never forgot about my grades or my sports. Grampie knew that I loved both and that nothing could stop me from achieving the best I could achieve. That's why it's hard for me to go to volleyball tryouts next week. Dad reminded me that Grampie would say, "Go do what you love." He knows/knew how much I loved things like sports. He saw my love for much and would not let me miss them if the world was on fire and dinosaurs were eating everyone. He'd want me in the gym or on the field.

In it is my greatest of regrets that I end this post saying: I miss and love you so much, Grampie. So much.