I've pondered this post for a while now as it is often times hard for me to reach out when sadness fills my days. For our family life as we know it has forever changed. After holding this in for some time I find I am in need of page spilling if you will; you see my Grandfather (on My Love's side) passed away suddenly.
While we have all found deep comfort in the knowledge he did not suffer , we also find ourselves stunned and full of disbelief as we were prepared for the illness he was battling. An illness that although not curable was treatable - planting a seed of hope within us that we would have a bit more time. Not too mention he was so looking forward to the 80th birthday party we would be holding for my Grandmother, his wife of 62 years. A party in which he so lovingly planned down to the last detail, it was incredibly hard to have that celebration replaced by his memorial service.
Time heals wounds, I know this, however it does not fill gaps quickly. It is hard for me to look at his empty chair, I miss the welcome grin he had for all who visited as well as the twinkle in his eye that is a Robinson trait. It is difficult to watch my Little Man well up when talking about his Great Grandfather, perhaps even harder is the knowledge that each birthday to come will be a celebration of not only Grandma's life but of the one that passed on that very same day. I was blessed for 17 years, blessed to have a Grandfather who motivated us all to be the best we can be, loved us completely and showered everyone he knew with goodness.
I Love TheHIVE

