a year ago today

My grandfather died today a year ago. PaPa was the best grandpa you could have, sweet and affectionate, kind and attentive. And the only Christian that actually made me believe that there could be something to it (well, he and my mom).

Grey's Anatomy had a scene Sunday night with an old lady dying with her family and friends around her. I cried through it, because that was very much like when my grandpa died. My aunts, my mom, my sisters and brother, my cousin and I were all with him. And it was a beautiful death, which I never really understood until then. He was ready to go, and he was very much loved.

I miss you, PaPa.