5 years ago yesterday my grandfather passed away. There's not a day that goes by where I don't think about him. About the seven extra years he lived and suffered for the rest of us because we weren't ready for him to leave us yet. His death proved that we still weren't.
Five years later, I feel like my family is starting to feel like a family again. For the first time the vast majority of us were together to have a memorial for him. We did what he loved, had great food and played fun card and serious dominoes games just the way he taught us.
To say it gets easier doesn't seem fitting. But it's nice to feel like we are all okay again.
I can't wait to see him in Heaven one day.