Yesterday was the 9th anniversary of the day my Grandpa Weed died. And I was sad. For the last few weeks I had been remembering that Sunday was the day. Then Saturday night, I got pretty drunk and stayed the night at my girlfriend's parents house. Which caused me to be a little disoriented when I woke up. I wandered into the kitchen and started looking at the Sunday funnies. And saw the date. December 7th. Sad face. I miss my grandpa so much. He was such a great guy and I just wish he was still around. I did 2 things in his memory yesterday. One made me cry, and one made me laugh my face off.

I love you gramps. I wish you were here. And I miss you every single day <3

1 comment:

Amanda said...

I seriously teared up when I read this. What a day today has been!! I bet our grandpas are hanging out together, somewhere, in some alternate lifetime.