Fact

*I have a case of the sads.

 

Sorry for the delay in posting, my apologies…

 

My Grandpa passed away last week and between both my grandfathers, he was by far my favourite – yes, I said it – I picked a favourite. We all say we love everyone equally, but we don’t. We have favourites and he was mine. (And just for the record, I won’t tell you which kid I like best… because I love them both equally of course…)

 

Grandpa didn’t talk much – which was very scary when you are little- but as I grew older it became comforting. You could sit with him looking out onto the lake and not feel as though you needed to say a word, words didn’t matter.

 

He was a good man, hardworking and strong – and every Johnny Cash song reminds me of him. (Possibly because they both had a certain country air about them – or because they both had round faces…either way…) I love him and that will never become a past tense feeling.

 

I love him because he was kind, whistled through his teeth, and hugged you like he meant it.

 

When Russell Morley passed away on August 6^th, he did not leave me, but I will miss seeing his crooked teeth when he smiled.

 

 

Note to self  

*Sometimes shit sucks