I’m home in North Carolina for the week because my grandfather passed away on Thursday. I’ve been on a roller coaster of emotions of tears and laughs because my mom and her sisters keep telling us the most amazing stories about him. I am just so blessed and thankful to be his granddaughter. He was just a simple government accountant but he did his best to live right from saving what he could to help dig wells to making sure widows received their rightful pensions. My grandfather wasn’t a politician, famous, or even rich, but he was a king.
I’m really going to miss him…
[I took this picture the first week of October when my grandfather had been admitted into the hospital,(he later recovered and came home). At the time, the doctors had us (his visiting family members) suit up in gowns and gloves because of MRSA. God bless, he didn’t contract it and he was able to come home to pass away. Little did I know, this would be the last time I would get to hold his hand. My grandfather passed away painlessly & content. I know that I’ve accepted his death, it’s just the absence I’m going to have trouble getting use to…]