Three years have gone by, but it still feels like it all happened yesterday. There are times when it doesn't seem like he is really gone. But at the same time it is painstakingly obvious that he is gone. I still remember that day so clearly, all of the events, the dreaded phone call, the silent car ride, the sitting on the floor at my grandmas.
I was once asked if there was anything in life I wish I could go back and change. There were two things I said I wanted to go back and change 1)I wish I would have made that quick stop to see my grandpa before I headed back to school that week and 2) I wish that I wouldn't have taken something he said to me to heart when I knew he was joking. I look back now and think why didn't I take the time to stop in and say goodbye, that was a big mistake.
BUT I am lucky. Lucky that my family does not believe in "goodbye's" but rather in "see ya later's". I don't remember a time when goodbye was ever said, it was always see ya, or see ya later. Right now this carries a whole new meaning, because we are an eternal family. I am going to see my grandpa one day, it wasn't a goodbye that took place, but rather a see you later.
Grandpa, I love you! I miss you everyday and think of you often. I am grateful for your example and your help and patience in everything.