The missing piece
(Victoria, B.C., Canada)
My grandfather and I had a very special relationship, being one out of 40 of his grandchildren, I was surprisingly close with him. I rarely ever saw him and when I did see him we would go out for walks in the gardens full of roses. Whenever I smell roses now it brings back those early memories of him. I was 6 when he passed away. March, 26th, 2005, my father told me he had passed away. All I remember is my mind just racing to forget all those memories, which I did. It never bothered me, in fact I never ever thought about my grandfather until I returned from my trip to where he lived before his death. I even visited his grave and the whole time I was just speechless because all of those memories came shooting back into my head. It was exactly one year ago when I went to visit his grave. The weird thing is that I even have dreams about him too, and I never used too. And some nights, just like tonight, I lay down and think about him. I'd do anything to have him back just to say goodbye and let him know how much I really love him. He was my bestfriend, and ever since his death I feel like a part of me is missing.