It was cold and rainy yesterday, which fit my mood really well.  It’s been almost four years since my grandpa died, so I’ve been thinking about that the last few days. 

It’s gone by so fast, and I really can’t believe that tomorrow marks the 4-year anniversary.  He never saw me finish college, and there’s so much he’ll miss.  Sometimes I wonder what things would have been like if he never got sick or if he were still alive.  And whenever things (like my college graduation) happen, I wonder what he would’ve thought and how proud he might have been. 

One of my favorite memories of my grandpa was him taking me to the library every week when I was little.  My love of reading and learning and history all come from him, and that it something I’ll never forget.  I’ll always be thankful for that.

And there’s the fact that my grandpa was, for all intents and purposes, my dad.  He, along with my grandma, helped raised me, and that’s something I’ll never forget either. 

I still miss him, and I’m glad he was so involved in my life.  I’m trying not to cry right now, because thinking about him still hurts.  I suppose it’ll get better with time.