I sat in a weirdly quiet apartment tonight and talked with my grandpa. We talked about life, about how good his has been, about how much he loved grandma. How she supported him in everything, but also knocked him down a peg a time or two when he needed it. How lonely he is now, but not sad, because death is part of life and she is no longer suffering.
He kept looking at the program I made for her service and mentioning how much he loved the picture, how he smiled every time he saw it.
I want that kind of love someday.
Tomorrow there will be a pumpkin pie baking. We all deserve comfort food this week, and that was his choice.
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