Saying Goodbye

My Grandpa died today.  It happened sooner than I thought it would, but it wasn't a surprise either.  It doesn't make it any easier.  I was always Grandpa's girl and this feels like an awfully big hole in my heart.  My Grandma died when I was 12 and although it was hard, I wasn't really old enough to truly understand but now I am.

My Grandpa was a grumpy man, but in his heart he was a teddy bear.  My memories of my Grandpa are sweet.  I have pictures of me with him as a baby, sleeping on his chest.  I must have trusted him from the start.  I remember coming for a week in the summers to hang out with him and Grandma.  Those were such fun weeks and I'm pretty sure I was spoiled beyond belief.  I remember driving around in Grandpa's old cars and squishing into the back of the cruck (or an el camino as it is actually called).  One time, Grandpa and I took a road trip to Flin Flon, MB to see my auntie, uncle and cousins.  I remember we got lost coming home and somehow ended up on a dirt road outside of Regina.  He didn't think it was funny!

I always knew my Grandpa was proud of me, even when he thought I was crazy for doing what I did.  He kept my picture proudly displayed on his fridge and always said that he loved me whenever I came to visit.

It will be strange to come home and not have him here.  I will miss him.

I know my Grandpa loved me and I hope he knew how much I loved him.

My Gramps