A year without Pappy
May
21
It's been one year today, since my grandfather passed away. Time flew by so quickly, and I can't believe it's been a year already since I last spoke with him or heard his voice.
This photograph is the last ever photo I have with him, taken the night before I flew back to London in November 2006. My last memory of Pappy was him walking me outside, despite having to struggle getting up and moving around with his walker. He watched me from the door and blew me kisses. It was a difficult goodbye, as I again wondered if it were our last ever goodbye. I miss you Pappy. I love you and am praying for you. Until I see you again, So Long.
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"..and when you look back, it's all like a puff - happy, and over, and short enough. "
2 comments:
goodbyes are always hard. i remember my last farewell with my lola, too. i was off to manila and she got up just to see me off.
i was a lolo's (and lola's) girl too ;-) its hard no? but let's just hold on to the idea that they're in a better place, smiling down at us from heaven.
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