Today marks the 10th death anniversary of my Grandfather. Has it really been that long?
I don't have much memories of him, but he took care of me from a very young age, with my grandmother, when Mom was working in a factory then.
He always sat in that rocking chair of his, & till this day, Grandma still keeps it well.
I know Grandma misses him alot these years. She's always whining about how Granddad doesn't visit her in her dreams.
He loved watching action movies - he always got agitated watching them. I think the phrase 'Sitting on the edge on your seat' really applied for him.
Still remember, at his funeral - when I saw him lying there, and he looked just the same as he ever were, just paler. Somehow I can't get it out of my head.
There's this particular memory I have etched inside my head of me, Grandma & Grandpa laughing & having fun. I always recall that memory first whenever I think of Grandpa.
It makes me smile, and it makes me sad.
He doted on me. I believe I was his & Grandma's favourite grandchild. I still do.
Grandpa, how are you up there? I hope you're having fun.
Don't worry, I'll use all the love you've doted on me on Grandma. I'm not gonna let her be lonely. Love you, Grandpa.
Simplest things are hardest to achieve. Don't you think? (Link: 43 things)