My Grandfather

My grandpa (dad's dad) died three days ago. We're going to his funeral tomorrow. I'm reading something from Isaiah. They had three readings to give away and I thought I'd do one. The last time I saw him was when my brother started college. He's was cremated this morning so there's not even going to be a viewing. I wish that I'd gotten to see him again, but I really did try to talk to him more at the end of his life. Sometimes there's only so much you can do.

I was going to post about this earlier, but this last week has been crazy. The day I found out my grandpa died I had to work at both jobs which including closing at the cafe. Also it was the holiday parade so we were there until midnight. It really sucked.

I feel sad, but when my sister and brother came home for Thanksgiving I felt a lot better. I wish I could think of something better or more poignant to say, but I've got nothing. He was my last grandparent. My dad doesn't have any parents anymore. I feel so sad for him.

I haven't really cried for my grandpa yet. There just hasn't been a good time. Does that sound weird to say? I'm sure I'll cry for him tomorrow. He was a good man, even though I feel like I only got to see a small part of him at the end of his life. Even so, I wish he was still here.