Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Life Was A Song....

I do not cry for my Grandfather...as I am certain that he is already watching over his family from above. I do not cry because he drank, laughed, and sang until the end...which is all he ever wanted to do. I cry for those of us that are left here trying to figure out how to fill the gap that he left behind. He is the only person that I have ever met who lived and loved his life completely and did so on his own terms. I cannot put into words how dearly I loved him and how much I will miss him.

Blogging will be sporadic as I will be going home at some point in the next few days.

5 comments:

parker said...

Sorry for your loss Millie. Hang in there.

movi said...

Fuck that really sucks. I wish I knew what to say. I also remember that he was always nice to all of us even if he had just met us. I remember that he used to show up to meets and games in Santa Fe all the time and would make such a big deal over everything and was so proud of you even on those rare occasions when you screwed up. I always wished that I had a grandpa likes yours. I'm sorry that he is gone chicka. I am here for you if you need me.

Kenny said...

Millie, I'm so sorry for your loss. If you need anything at all you can count on me. I lost my grandfather last year. Again, if you need anything at all, please let me know.

The Kiskadian said...

Milville, this is terrible news. I am sorry. I always think about him singing Sinatra and Gene Kelly songs. I also remember him always offering to teach us how to salsa. He was the coolest member of your family.

I know how much you loved him and more importantly I know how much he loved you. Call me and tell me how you are holding up.

conner said...

Sorry for your loss Mil. When do you get home?