| | Its odd, how so much can change in just two years that it feels like an entirely separate lifetime.
I saw "Flags of Our Fathers" tonight. It made me miss Grandad so much
... I went back to find my Xanga posts, because I figured it had been
nearly two years.
March 4, 2005.
I ... I ummm ... wow. I miss him SO much ... I want his house
back, and I want his silly little garden back, and I want back all
those times I thought I was going on vacation and wound up picking
blueberries and weeding tomato's ... and I really, really want him
back. How can you miss someone so much, that you knew so little?
I'd give almost anything in this world to have that house back, the one
he built with his own hands. The one that stood virtually unscratched
through countless hurricanes and tropical storms ... the one all the
memories are in. The only place I could feel my grandmother, and be
where she had been--because he never changed anything after she
died.
Oh Grandad ... I miss you so much. I love you.
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| | Posted 3/2/2007 9:53 PM - 1 comments
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