Dear Grandpa.....

 

It's been a year...and  a LONG year at that. They say time heals all wounds, that may be true, but in this case, not true. Everyday I think about you. I miss you every second of my life. So, no, it doesn't get easier, I just learned to accept the fact I will never hear you say my name, call me, or even tell me how much you loved me.

As a little girl, I remember crying because Barbie lost a limb and you would simply laugh and say, "Baby...." and put her back together, you were magical to be at that age believe it or not. When I wanted 25 cents, you gave me a dollar. When I wanted a cupcake, you went out and got me two! Happy meals, slinkies, silly puddy, playdough, candy and $20 bills -you showered me with as a kid. 

As an adult, it was no different, except happy meals, slinkies, silly puddy, and playdough was advice, colorful stories, candy, and unconditional love.

I miss you.

EVERY DAY.

You have NO idea what life is like without you here on Earth. 

There's a whole in my heart grandpa. Always will be. 

You were and still are magical to me.

I hope someday you will save me a spot in heaven, have a cold beer waiting for me, candy in hand and welcoming me with open wings.

Until then, you walk besides me as my guardian angel.