It’s been six months since you’ve passed. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. Your daughter is trying really hard to be good enough for all of us and I wish she knew that she is. It’s hard to watch her break down and cry. I wish you could be here. Your wife misses you. She got a job teaching to distract herself from the missing piece in her heart. You left to soon you never got to see your new grandson. His name is Wesley. He’s got beautiful hair. I know your looking down on us and watching. I only saw you once every summer. I miss when you would pick us up at the airport with your suburban.

- I could right more but I’d be writing for forever. Anyway listen to in the stars by Benson Boone.

in loving memory of gramps

March 26 2024 10:19 pm est