Remembering...

Last week, my grandpa passed away. This is my mom's dad. I went to see him in ICU, but I don't think he knew I was there. I keep seeing the image of him in the hospital, in pain and out of it. I wish this image would go away and I could remember him as my jolly grandpa.

I will always remember the smell of his pipe and his million-dollar smile. I think of grandpa often and worry about my mom. Both of her parents are now gone. Life is beautiful and tragic all at the same time and I know life always goes on, but sometimes....it's just not easy.

Rest in peace, grandpa. We will always love and remember you.