I never got to meet you
But I love you like I love my father, and like my mother loves you.
She’s kinda broken, though still fierce.
Kinda messed up and kinda figuring her life out still; even though she’s already past 40.
I guess we never really stop doing that, cause life changes all the time and you’ve got to keep adapting, keep forwards.
Her heart breaks which makes mine break even more.
So I’m hurting doubly for her.
I’m hurting too cause you were always far away, but the stories made me feel like I knew your love, always.
I got to know and love granny and I know that you were probably like her.
So I hurt again for her too.
Losing you is like losing her all over again, and it’s hard to think that loss is inevitable in life.
You were the last granddaddy standing.
I hope your spirit keeps me moving for the rest of my life.
Thank you for giving me my mother.