happy birthday, gramps. 76! i miss you 1% more than mimi (which i think is only true when you say it). i am still struggling with grieving you. grief is just love with no place to go, and there was quite a lot of love for you. i drink out of your mugs when im down, and practically live in one of your long sleeve shirts. every time someone mentions fishing, i think of you in your happy place. im reminded of the day my dad and i took you fishing in lacassine. you were so frustrated with your current state (straight out of chemo mind you), but you were happy to be doing something you enjoyed so much with the people you love. i know i always talked too much to really sit and fish, but camping with you was always so much fun. when my parents would tell me to pack a bag and load up our bikes, i knew we were getting dropped off at the camper. i miss seeing you in your chair, and im still not used to it being empty. im trying to be there for mimi, and she knows i love her everyday. there is still a large gap that is gramps sized in all of our hearts, and we know theres no filling it. for the past few years weve been at your house for your birthday, because we never knew when it would be your last. we had you for 3/4 of a century, and im so glad i got my 19 years with you. i miss you, i love you, and i know the sunset will be exceptional tonight.
