And I Miss Him Everyday...

I have only lost one person in my short life so far, and he was the only person I have seen die as well. My grandfather was the patriarch and center of our family, and for me he was much more than a grandfather, he was a friend and if anything else the closest thing I have ever had to a father. On September 12 2007 I along with other family members was in the room when he died, I was holding his hand and I can remember staying there for what seemed like hours after he passed. I remember when his thumb gently pressed the palm of my hand and then nothing, I will never get that out of my head. I have never lost anyone  so losing someone so near and dear to me was a shock in itself, and to watch his last breath was the hardest thing I have ever done. Although watching his death was at the time a very difficult process I don't think I would have it any other way now. I know my grandfather died a peaceful death and with those who loved him the most, I know every last detail of his last moments and in some weird way it brings me peace. I miss him every day and still have yet to really deal with his death, but I am also happy and proud to know that in his last moments of living 92 years on this earth I was one of the few who was with him and who was holding his hand the whole way through, it is one of my greatest accomplishments, even if it is something so little...

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22-25, F
Mar 10, 2010