Lord, I think it's finally time to talk about my Grandpa. I miss him so much and I actually haven't talked about him since he passed away and it just started eating at me today, and I just realized how much I miss him. I have so many memories of him and his house. What sucks is that I took his presence for granted. I thought he was invincible and when he got sick, I ran. I got scared and ran away and I shouldn't have. Lord, you know how much I love him. It was only about a week before he passed that I started visiting him in the nursing home and I was in the room when he passed. That image is forever burnt in my head. Lord, I miss the time we went to Sam's Club to eat all their free samples and I miss going to the pound to visit the animals. I miss going "bumming" with him to all the stores. I miss hearing him sing. The way he talked about grandma was just amazing. His love for her is indescribable. I miss his white '99 Chrysler Cirrus. I miss sitting out on the back porch looking at the birdbath to my let and the tree that grandma planted with a tee spoon (now a gigantic tree) to my right. I remember every room in that house. I can do a complete walkthrough in my mind. And every room and hallway and even staircase has it's own memory(s). Just writing about all this to you is like taking a walk through a movie in my head. I keep tearing up Lord. I wanna just let all this out, but I can't 'cause I'm at work. Lord, who can I run to? Who can I cry to? Bryan W is at work, I can't go to anyone else, can I? I have a feeling Dan is not gonna be around anymore and to everyone else I just act like I'm fine... I'm not Lord!