I kind of hate blogging...every time I sign on to here, I reread my older posts and just relive the pain of losing you grandpa. I visited you over spring break...it was so hard. I'm sorry I was crying. I'm sorry I was so upset. I'm sorry I was being selfish. And I'm sorry I was angry. I just miss you a lot is all. I still wish I could have seen you one last time. I was not ready to say goodbye and I'm still not ready...when I went to your house, I saw grandma. She looked so sad. Please keep her strong. I feel like...it's not real...I feel like you're not really gone. Being here in Irvine is kind of like an alternate reality. I don't have to face the fact that I'm never going to see you again. It's almost been two months now...
...so much has happened...
yet, all of my most recent blogs have been about you grandpa.
My tattoo will be dedicated to you. You lived your life so beautifully. You were as free as a bird - being funny and such a delight - even when you got sick. that's how I want to live too.
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