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It has been 7 years since my grandpa died on Christmas day.
God, it still hurts... pretty bad...
All I keep hearing is "Joy to the World", which is the song they played at his funeral... and I find myself looking at puzzles ans stuff for him for Christmas...
Then, I remember, and it hits me like it did the day he died.
I am going this weekend to put some poinsettias on his grave. They were always his favorite flower, even when it wasn't Christmas time. I'll sit at his grave for awhile, and "talk" to him and my grandma. I have not been to their grave in a very long time.
Wish me luck... send good wishes to keep myself composed and be able to hold myself together when I go to his grave...
God, it still hurts... pretty bad...
All I keep hearing is "Joy to the World", which is the song they played at his funeral... and I find myself looking at puzzles ans stuff for him for Christmas...
Then, I remember, and it hits me like it did the day he died.
I am going this weekend to put some poinsettias on his grave. They were always his favorite flower, even when it wasn't Christmas time. I'll sit at his grave for awhile, and "talk" to him and my grandma. I have not been to their grave in a very long time.
Wish me luck... send good wishes to keep myself composed and be able to hold myself together when I go to his grave...