Last of the depressing posts for a little while, I promise.
“What you think about that always brings you to tears.”
Easter 2012. My grandpa had just gotten his cancer diagnosis and while he was leading us in “Grace,” his voice broke and he had a difficult time getting through the prayer. It was incredibly emotional and one of the only times in my life that I can remember seeing him like that.
At the time, I thought he was just scared of the battle he faced. In hindsight, I think he knew what was coming. I think I knew, too. I cried too much during 2012 to not know, deep down, the inevitable. Sometimes you just get a feeling, you know?
While thinking about a lot of other things that happened between March 2012 & June 2013 make me sick, thinking back to that moment on April 8, 2012 brings me to tears. He knew. He knew and he loved his family so much that he didn’t want to leave us.
We didn’t want him to leave us, either. I still can’t believe he’s gone. Two months tomorrow, July 12. This is really hard.