So today is the one year anniversary of when my grandpa died. Now that the day has come, I forgot about it completely. I was thinking about it almost all week, but then I forgot about when today came. Odd isn't it? A whole year has gone by. Sometimes it feels like it, but other times, it seems like much longer has passed.
I miss my grandpa, but he was suffering alot with his Parkinson's Syndrome. I don't know if he wanted to die or if he wanted to live like he did, but since he was a working man almost his entire life, I'm kinda betting on he wanted to die after a certain point. But he couldn't because my mom and aunt were taking care of him and his suffering was prolonged
To W.S.K., a good father and awesome grandpa
