When I think of You

When I think of you, tears fill my eyes.

I miss what we once had; I feel a piece of me is missing, That piece is you. You were so close to me, I counted on you everyday. Now that piece is missing, I sorely do miss it. I would do anything to again be whole, to again have you in my life, To count on you in my everyday life.

My Grandfather. My Father. My Teacher. My Leader. My Rock. My Believer. My Friend. My Story teller. My Whole Life.

My grandfather passed away 5 December 2008. He had Parkinson's Disease. The aggressive kind. If anyone out there reads this and knows someone with Parkinson's... please contact me. I would appreciate it a lot. It's very hard to live with someone with Parkinson's. You need patience. Understanding. Love. Time. And you know what? I don't regret a second of it. I regret not spending more seconds with him.

My grandfather was General in the South African Army. He's been all over the world. Dragged his family with him a lot of times. Before I featured of course. But you know what's SO COOL?! I was the only grandchild for about 14 years. Do you have ANY idea how spoilt that makes me?! I'm not braggin, believe me. There's nothing funny about me, or selfish, and that's a good thing I think.

Anyhow. My grandfather was... still is... a BIG part of my life. I miss him everyday and the pain just won't go away. No matter how hard I try. I get to numb it now and again. But that's it. Does it ever go away?? I'm guessing... No.