Today’s my Grandpa’s birthday. He would’ve been 86 today.
I always feel a little torn on the days of milestones for the people I’ve lost. Do I celebrate the day? Do I mourn? I think the obvious answer is both – and though I error on the side of celebration for the light those people brought into the world, I mourn the hole they left behind as well.
A hole that only time can fill. A hole where empathy and joy and kindness once occupied. A space that will remain vacant so long as I live. Continue Reading The world really is darker without some people. Happy birthday, pops.