A Special Kind of Love
I lost my grandfather on the 17th May 2012. I hadnt seen my grandfather for a long time and I only called him from time to time because we moved far away from him when I was about 8. Its really hard to believe that I am never going to see him again. I had always imagined that he would be there forever and he would always be there to talk. My grand-parents were always the people who loved me no matter what. They were the ones who always thought I did good even if I made a mistake.
Its a really weird process trying to understand that the relationship you had with someone that you love dearly is now one sided.
I look at everyday situations and imagine what they would say about it. It brings me some joy, the fact that even though they arent quite here, they are still with me.
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