Thursday, January 10, 2008
It's been a whole year since my granfather died. I'm still haunted by the fact that I never got to say goodbye. Haunted that I never got to go to his funeral, only his gravesite. I never got to tell him how wonderful of man he was. I never got to feel the stubble of his beard on my cheek one last time. He always rubbed his 5 o'clock shadow on my cheek when I was little. I feel like he is so far away, but then again, so very close. So close I could almost touch him. These pictures are of my Grandpa and first son S. in 2005.
Looking at tractor equipment and fields of produce or seeing a farmer out on his land just throws me into fits of tears. I miss him. So so very much.