A Reflection

I don’t have much to share today.  No real Thursday things or thoughts or tips to share.  Instead, I have been reflecting on last December, quite a bit, over the last few weeks.  A year ago, tomorrow, is when my Grandpa passed away.

He had a long, hard, brave battle with cancer, and it ultimately took him from us, but I firmly believe he was finally reunited with Grandma in heaven, just in time for Christmas.  I miss him every day, and just as his stories were told time and time again, I find little ways to work him into conversation, and his stories live on.

So much has changed in these last 12 months, some good, and some bad.  Some things changed for better things to come in, and some things have left holes in my heart, and my Grandpa’s death is a huge hole in my heart.

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i carry your heart with me (i carry it in 
my heart)i am never without it (anywhere 
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done 
by only me is your doing, my darling) 
                                                      i fear 
no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want 
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) 
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant 
and whatever a sun will always sing is you 
 .
here is the deepest secret nobody knows 
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud 
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows 
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) 
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart 
.
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
                                                       e. e. cummings

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