Those of you who don’t follow me on twitter or know me in real life might not know that my grandfather passed away on Monday morning. He was 91 and had been ill for several months, so this wasn’t a complete surprise. But no matter how rationally aware you are that something will occur, no matter how much you know that an outcome is certain, it’s always a surprise when it happens.
My cousin asked me to write the obituary or a eulogy or something. Honestly, I’m not sure if she even knew what she wanted me to write; I think she just wanted me to write something.
And I tried.
But, for quite possibly the first time in my life, I didn’t have words.
I know a lot of information about my grandfather and about his life. I’ve even blogged about him and his antics a couple of times. But how can one possibly arrange all that information in a way that really sums up a persons life and what they mean to the people who love them?
I still don’t have the words and I’m not sure they exist.
Falling in Dead Level 
One thing someone told me when my grandfather passed away was “you must truly realize that all that is left of him is you”. So then I thought about how true that is. Try thinking about that, maybe it will help. I’m sorry about your loss, it’s never easy to say “goodbye” to someone you loved so much.