It's been a year, today. 365 days. Some days were numb, some were angry, some cried, some were able to find joy, but all were longing for something I couldn't have. I feel so robbed... of my Dad, my boys Grandpa, the patriarch of the family, gone, stolen so cruelly. I still feel him. It tends to happen at the most random times. But knowing that I can't hug him, talk with him, or hand into his arms my boy named after him, will grieve me until my last day. Remembering, missing, hurting, wishing... one day at a time... until I join him <3
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Glad to see you smiling in the picture with Luke, so sorry for your loss.
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