Today marks the one year anniversary of my grandfather’s death.
He was the last of his generation (as far as my family is concerned). He was the last. And suddenly he was gone.
This is not a paean. I’m not much for singing, nor do I think that my writing could in any way do him justice. I simply felt the need to acknowledge this day and to put it up here as a reminder.
A reminder that life goes on. It’s going to be okay.
It’s going to be okay.