The One Where I Cry at the End

For some reason I have been having dreams about my Grandma lately. It’s been weird. I haven’t really thought about here for years, but now I am really starting to miss her. She died in 1987. I can’t believe it’s been almost 20 years. I remember the funeral like it was yesterday. So for today’s picture, I took one of my Dad’s old teddy bear. That bear means a lot to me. Sure it’s all beat up and looks like hell, but it’s the only thing I got from my Grandma. She use to always tell me stories about that bear and my Dad. About how he ripped the bears mouth so he could eat roast beef. Man, this is the first time that a blog post has turned me into tears.

My Grandpa died earlier this year. I never really got to know him very well. Most of my cousins knew him better than I did. He was a big hunter and my cousins would go hunting with him every year. I am not a hunter, so I never had the chance to really get to know my Grandpa. He was a great guy. very generous. I just wish I would have known him better.

I only have one Grandparent left. She is in good health, but she is kinda loosing her mind. She doesn’t remember much of anything. The sad thing is that I don’t see her all that much anymore. Life seems to get in the way to much. It’s going to be hard when she dies too.

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