On Monday night, my cousins lost their grandpa who was almost like a grandpa to me. My own grandfather died when I was a child over ten years ago. I have memories of him. Those fuzzy ones where you remember bits and pieces but nothing major. I can't even tell you what his voice sounds like. Just his smile. I remember so much more of this grandpa. Not a holiday went by that he wasn't over and going down the line of grandkids saying hello. Always smiling. Always kind, with light eyes and a little bit of wit thrown in. My aunt and I were talking about her thoughts mirrored mine. He was a grandpa to all of us cause really all of ours have already gone, been gone for so many years. But now so is he.
Again this year, we'll come together and no doubt think about him like we did our aunt last year. He lived 91 years, had so many grandkids, great grandkids, great-great grandkids. So much to celebrate. Tomorrow is his funeral and Sunday will be our first holiday without him.
On the other side of this Christmas thing, all my gifts are bought. Or at least all that I will be buying right now. There is some wrapping to do, baking, organizing and finishing touches but that's for Christmas Eve so I can have things to do that will keep me in the house and away from the roads at least until the light show at night. I went out today to finish up and it was pandemonium, craziness. Not trying to go there again even though I'm contemplating a quick trip out tonight.
Our Christmas here at home will be either Saturday night or very early Sunday morning since the majority of us in the house will be heading out not long after. It's all ending, this Christmas stuff, and you know, I'm not too bummed about it now. I'm already cleaning up, decluttering and making plans for next year. It's going to be a good year come January but first we'll have a good Christmas.
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I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. Christmas is hard when you're missing those you wish were still around.
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