Though it has been seven years since my grandma, six since my grandpa, and three since my great-grandma passed away, I still, and always will, miss them.
I don’t miss them every day, but sometimes it just hits me. Whether that be when I come across a picture that I have hanging up, a windy day, or a certain song that is playing, I remember the grandparent that is associated with that particular event and I feel a moment of sadness and shed a few tears if the moment is particularly strong.
I miss the trips we would take over to my grandparents’ house when we would spend the day in their kitchen playing tic-tac-toe or coloring at the kitchen table. I especially miss Christmas Eve at their house. I miss sitting in my great-grandma’s living room, eating the M&M’s out of her candy dish and working on the puzzle that she was completing in another room. I also miss having a birthday buddy.
I’m gonna be selfish for a moment. It sucks that they are not around to see what I have accomplished or what I have planned for the future. I wish they could see how much I have grown and learned from all my experiences that I wish I could share with them. I also want to tell them of all the dumb things that I have done in my life, because I know that they would laugh and ask why I would do something like that. I feel cheated somehow that I was not able to spend the same amount of time with them compared to other family members.
As I write this, I cannot help but cry a little. I love remembering them and the memories I had with them.
My advice to you is that if you miss someone, cry a little–it’s good for you. And remember everything you can about them because that’s how they stick around.