You’ve been gone six years and not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.  I miss your laughter, your corny jokes, your thought provoking sermons, your compassion, your love and devotion.  Looking forward to being with you again in our heavenly home.  All my love forever!  

The Not So End

I was being strong for my family after my grandpa passed, then I was sad for at least two months and I was mad at the man who shutoff his pacemaker for a week.

In May of 2013, when my grandpa started to get sick, everything was difficult after that point. After August of last year everything changed forever. My grandpa was gone forever. I was very devastated, everyone in my family was devastated. A little while later my extended family came to comfort us. We told stories of everything he did. The story I like was when he was hunting with my cousin. My cousin pulled the lever of the rifle and a loaded bullet flew out and into the campfire. A few seconds later the bullet exploded out of the fire and shot my grandpa between the toes.

Later we told more stories about him. My grandma made phone calls to tell people my grandpa had passed. We then had water and told more stories and then we prayed. Then everyone left and we went to bed.

We went to his funeral. There we had a special presentation and sang his favorite song.

We then went home. For a while things were different nothing felt right without him there with us. Eventually things went back to normal.

Two months I was upset but you have to not breakdown to help everyone else. What I took away from this experience was you loose some people but you will always have them.