I finally received the news I’d been waiting a week and a half for.
My great granddad passed away on February 8th. No one knew besides his kids and their children, until today…the 16th.
I’m not mad. Just disappointed. However, I’m glad I know where the grave is. I can pay my last respects, and give him his well earned visit from his only great granddaughter.
My mood wasn’t well. I was nostalgic and sleep deprived, as well as wondering amidst contemplation.
And then a mood booster that took a while. But he set it in. I don’t know how. Or why…
I’m never sure how I feel about him being such a cheeky shit…
~ a little white dove