Me and my grandfather at my wedding, March 15th 2014.

Late last week all our family got the news that my grandfather had passed away and, like everyone else, I never know what to say during these times. We end up using cliches like, he had the happiest and fulfilled of lives, he wasn’t in pain, he was always surrounded by everyone he loved and, while all of it is true, there’s never a right way to express the pain you’re feeling.

I never deal well with these sorts of things in life and, for the first time, I’m not with my whole family, which makes it even harder to take in. I can’t bring myself to believe how fast things progressed but I feel so grateful that I got to see him and spent an entire week with him back home. He was very lucid, told me all about his life’s best moments, travels and how accomplished he felt. The thing that hurts the most is knowing I’m going to be waking up every day, for the rest of my life, in a world where he doesn’t exist. Love you always.