St. Patrick’s Day will never be the same for me. Two years ago today I lost one of the most important people in my life….my grandfather. He raised me along with my grandmother from the time I was a baby and for lack of a better term he was more than my grandfather he was my father.
Pop was my rock, he was there for me whenever I needed him, no questions asked. He always took care of me and made sure I had whatever I needed. He did the same for my daughter Angelica when she was born and I am so grateful to have had him in our lives. Although he only spent 5 months with my youngest daughter Abby she made his last few months happy and my only wish would be that she got to know him in person, now she will only get to know him from our memories.
Some say losing someone you love gets easier with time and in some ways it does, but there are some days that the ache in my heart is almost too great to bear. Those days are fewer and farther apart as time passes but they are certainly still there. While I watch my younger daughter Abby grow my heart aches that not only won’t she get to know him but he won’t get to know her and see her grow.
Some say that he lived a full life and he did, but that doesn’t lesson the pain I feel every time something wonderful happens and I can’t share it with him. Sometimes I wonder what life is all about, why we have people that we love in our lives one day and then one day they are gone forever, but that is not for me to question. I truly believe that people come in and out of our lives for a reason however short or long their stay might be and we have to appreciate every moment we have with them.
Today is a rough day but I know Pop is in heaven with my Nana (his Irish mom) celebrating St. Patrick’s Day and I know he is watching over me and my whole family. I love and miss you Pop and I know one day we will see each other again.
|August 10, 1933-March 17, 2009|