On Tuesday night I found out my grandfather died. He was the father of my biological dad but it’s too complicated to get into right now. Let’s just say I could never believe my grandpa shared the same DNA with my bio dad since my grandfather was such a sweet man. He was also my only link to that side of my family. Someone who could give me answers to the questions I still have that my biological “father” can’t.
I have so much guilt (which I’ve had a lot of lately) because it’s been so long since I’ve talked to him. I honestly don’t think I’ve called him since the little girl was born. Then last month my uncle told me he was in the hospital. He gave me the number to his room and of course I had every intention of calling but we were also in the process of getting ready to move.
I will never see my grandfather again, never be able to hug him again, never hear him call me darlin’ anymore, never be able to have my little girl meet him and adore him. I’m crushed.
There’s always that thinking that you have all the time in the world. Then you lose someone you love dearly….