I wanted to write something meaningful about the passing of my Paternal Grandfather; however, words seemed to escape me. Every. Single. Time.
What could I say about the passing of a loved one that hasn’t already been said? Nothing, really. Death is one of those things that gets written about time and time again.
As I don’t have much to say, I’ll try to keep this short.
I got an e-mail from my Uncle the other day telling me that family had a Celebration of Life for my Paternal Grandfather.
A Celebration of Life.
A lovely idea. And a great way to remember someone.