Today has been one of those days where I have been thinking too much. It has been almost a year now since I lost someone very dear to me. My mind has been in overdrive going through the last days before the passing of my dear grandfather. He was special, ambitious, and always compassionate towards others. A fighter for God and always a true example of the person I am striding to be.
As I go through the memory lane I am remembering the joy and heart-felt love that he always showed no matter how rough his day got. He never gave up on me and always gave me the encouragement I needed to push forward.
It has been a rough year for me. The hardest part behind his death was picking the pieces up and moving forward with my life. He was my friend, the one I could pick up the phone and talk to when my day was not going so well. He was the one where I could always depend on to be there when I needed someone to listen, encourage, and push me when I felt down. We talked everyday, more than once and that was the best.
As I move forward I am having to re-find myself in all the chaos. Rebuilding the broken pieces and replacing them with new memories, new friends, a new beginning or should I say chapter. Even though he is gone he will always be there cheering me on just as he used to.