Monday, August 18, 2014
I recently finished reading a book and in it the father of two adults passed away. In their discussing of what life would be like for them in the future with their dad gone, one replied, "Less." That struck me so deeply as I read it and that one word best described how I've felt recently with the passing of my grandpa. Less. Since losing my mom at age 20 unexpectedly, I had it in my mind that no death would be as bad as that. It's partly true, but I would have never thought losing my grandpa would have such an impact. But the man whose blue eyes made an entire room sparkle and whose endless jokes could change your mood in a heartbeat is terribly missed. It's not the same with him gone... But yet this world is more because of him. The impact he'd had on others is endless and I consider myself more because of him. So that's it for now. Life is more and less.