My grandpa passed away yesterday morning. He had a rare blood disease that turned into late stage leukemia. He deteriorated fast the past few months and we all new it was coming, preparing ourselves for the inevitable. Yet, it was still a shock when I got the call. So soon? I thought we had a few more months. But it was his time, he was ready to go.
I have so many fond memories of my grandpa. Huge Christmas trees. Playing in his garden. Easter egg hunting at my grandparents big house on top of the hills in Fremont. Riding horses. Playing with the dogs. Large dinner parties. The toy closet with the magic umbrella.
There are so many things I wish for. I wish I could have spent more time with him growing up. I wish I could have seen him one more time before he died. I wish I could tell him how much he meant to me.
Instead, I am writing this post. To mourn, to remember, to say good bye.
