This is probably the most personal post I’ve ever written yet, but I wanted to be more vulnerable and opened this year (and also to get this off my chest), so here goes nothing.
This month marks the 7th year since the passing of my grandpa. It amazes me how fast time seems to past when you miss someone. 7 long years – long, because that’s a really long time to have last seen him. But at the same time, 7 short years – short, because it still feels like yesterday. Will it ever not feel like just yesterday?
I made him this drawing, dated 2011. Continue reading “7 Years Later and Ready to Talk About it”