6 years.
2,190 days.
52,560 hours.
6 years since I saw his face.
2,190 days since I heard his laugh.
52,560 hours since he told me I love you.
6 years I have known grief.
2,190 days I have known loss .
52,560 hours I have known pain.
6 years feel like yesterday.
2,190 days feel like forever.
52,560 hours feel like today.
6 years I’ve missed him.
2,190 days I’ve missed him.
52,560 hours I’ve missed him.
6 years.
2,190 days.
52,560 hours.
:hug:
Love you girl. Have a candy bar.
:hug: I was thinking about how much I missed my grandfather today when I was back in Indiana…. I can’t imagine how much you must miss him!!
I’M WITH YOU HONEY, WE CAN CRY TOGETHER, I’VE TRIED TO BE BRAVE, DONE BETTER THAN I HAVE FOR 6 YEARS. TIME HEALS US ALL, BUT IT STILL HURTS LIKE HELL. I LOVE YOU MOM
You are allowed and I’ll beat up anyone that says anything different.
I wish I could say pain goes away, but it does not. I still think of my stepgrandfather with such fond memories and it has been 27.5 years. Hopefully this is the human side of us all – we grieve what we can’t have, don’t have and won’t have. When my grandmother died last year, it was definitely time. I think what I hurt for is opportunities lost to hear her story and to have my kids know her. Life is hard. It is not supposed to be! Unfortunately, I am reminded often, that live is hard this side of heaven.