The last photo I have of me with my Grandpa-- almost two years ago, although I saw him again before he died.
Today marks one month since my Grandpa died. It still seems so weird to me. I mean, he was a part of my life from day one, and even when he moved to the nursing home a few years ago and wasn't his old self, the physical presence of him was still there, if that makes sense? I've been silently marking the passing of time- every day, multiple times, I'll think to myself, "oh, it's been three weeks...", "wow, 25 days...", etc. So a whole month seems so long, but so short. So much has happened since his death- the last day of school for 2009, Christmas, New Years, countless babysitting jobs- life goes on, but the thought of him is present every day.
I have family videos I borrowed from my parents' house- they are taped by him, so he's rarely seen but his voice is there. When I arrived back in Big City late last month, I set them on a table to be watched at a later date. Yea, they are still sitting there. I don't know why, but I can't bring myself to watch them yet.
So, yep. I've been in a weird funk all day. I guess that's okay?
In other news, I'm trying to take a photo a day for a year to document my life-- I actually started on December 31st (only because I happened to take a picture that seemed good enough). I can't post some of them but here are the ones I can share!
Can you read this? Kids these days, trying to get away with stuff....haha!