Bittersweet

So it was a little over an hour ago, this time last year that I retrieved a voicemail from my Dad, telling me that "my grandfather passed away". I have a keyring that he was showing me before he died. It's this thing that can record your voice. So I have it, and I've played it throughout the year. And I've played it today.

So what I know a year later is that sadly enough, life goes on. Hilton Head will never be the same without him. I find myself thinking of him..and thinking the oddest things like, "do you get to eat bananas in heaven? Do you get to eat those orange circus peanuts you used to have when we were little?". I was swimming laps the other and remembered the time Mom enrolled us in a swim meet on the island. Little did we know that the swimmers were used to swimming double what we were used to swimming. So instead of swimming 50 yards..for a race..I had to swim 100 yards..4 laps. Oh..I got my butt kicked..and everyone stopped cheering after the other two swimmers finished...but not my Pap Pap. He stayed and walked along the side of the pool and cheered for me the last two lonesome laps. I loved that about him.

I have lots of wonderful memories of him and I have always said that I got lots of time with him. Doesn't mean my heart still doesn't ache from time to time....

I did get the tattoo in honor of him and my Dad today. I'll get some pics up as soon as I can.

And betterhalf's sleazy ex-employer did cough up his W2.