It's been a week since you passed away.
Only a week.
Feels like a month.
I don't know if it's because I miss you that much.
Or the lack of anything going on right now.
I've worked a day in the last three weeks.
No one thinks to keep up on, or replace heating equipment until they need to use it.
So busy is coming.
But it's pretty well dead right now.
... Sorry, bad pun.
I've been mostly fine.
Only getting slight pain in my heart when I think of some things.
Like when I call, I can't hear your voice.
Or when I go to sleep for the night with Sarah, and think... Grampa is alone.
But I know he's not.
I know you're still there with him.
Watching him turn down the bed.
Brush his teeth,
Probably hold his hand all night still, huh?
You two really are a love story.
A couple I'd like to be like.
I love you, Gramma.
I'm going to say it every day.
cause I know you can still hear me.
Cause you're watching me too.
As you are watching over everyone.
· Mon Jul 08, 2013 @ 02:12pm · 0 Comments