Wow. Its been a year since my Grandpa was put in the hospital. Without even really thinking about it on Friday...I began sobbing uncontrollably for hours. I couldn't catch my breath. I went to the grave site...and that helped a little. I go out and talk to him at least once a week. It is crazy to think of my life now, compared to my life a year ago ( Read more... )

There are things that have happened in my past that I wish I could forget. Why is it, that 10 years later, I am having more trouble forgetting than 5 years ago ( Read more... )

and we're coming home. for good.
I haven't felt this hopeful since July. the only missing from this homecoming will be Grandpa.

Harriett can't stop dancing.

So..I've been thinking...maybe when I'm home next weekend...I'll visit Grandpa's grave...maybe that will help me move through the grieving process. Its like I'm stuck here...waiting to stop crying. I can't possibly imagine that he is gone. I know he is, but I don't know for sure...its like my brain just won't register it ( Read more... )

I thought I would dive into the new year..motivation, new job, happy family, more money, hot body...you know, the usual new year resolution crap ( Read more... )

Today is my grandpa's birthday. I would give anything to celebrate.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I am excited to get home and see my friends and family....however...I know that it will be a bittersweet homecoming ( Read more... )

I thought by now I would stop crying everyday about the loss of my grandpa. I know that the grief process can take awhile, but geez, this is out of hand. I talk to him like I used to talk to God...its strange, but the day he died...I replaced him as my go-to for prayers and requests ( Read more... )

I'm highly irritated to find out that Bob Barker will turn 83 on my Grandpa's birthday. Why is it that an orange, old man with several sexual harrassment suits against him is still alive..and my sweet, most perfect Grandpa is not. Darn you Bob Barker. (except for your attempts at taming the out-of-control pet population...that's commendable ( Read more... )

I wish I could stop crying. I think of him every day. I can't imagine how hard this is for her.

Thanks Heath, for listening.

Harriett has been watching the birds...she knows that they were sent by him.