always loved; never forgotten.
my grandpa had been fighting cancer for 2 years. a week ago today he passed away. it was the day of my college graduation, my mom couldnt be there. she wanted to be and if she had it her way, she would have been. we told her she needed to be with her dad because we never know when a moment will be our last. i am regretful that i wasnt there for him, but i am happy my mom got to be.
he was the most amazing man i ever knew. never judge, never complained. was married to my grandma 50 years and they loved each other more than ever. i never believed in true love until i saw my papa reach for my grandma’s hand one day when they were walking to the mail box. he loved chapstick in the dark blue wrapper and winterfresh gum. he was amazing and no man i ever meet will ever compare. i love him always and i will always remember the way he called me tin and i called him papa.
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all of your love, was all that i needed.
Life hands us so many choices sometimes and we are always expected to make the right ones. What if we make the wrong ones though? Is there even such thing as a wrong decision? People always say that everything happens for a reason but maybe it is because we don’t know any different. We don’t know what would happen if we had made another choice. Maybe we would be happier but maybe it would have turned out worse. The future is a mystery but sometimes I want a peek… just the smallest glimps into my life and what is expected of me in my many years to come. If I could see where I am on the day I die and I can see that I am happy and content with how my life worked out, I would stop being so paranoid right now. I would worry less.
