I scribble notes in random journals, diaries and notebooks all the time. Today I stumbled upon one with the last conversation that I ever had with my grandfather, we called him Grumps!
Grumps was sleeping when we left (Macey and I). Nana kept yelling "Russel, Russel they are leaving." I took his hand, it was cold. I kissed his forehead. "I love you." I told him "I know." he said "I love you too."
So many things I had remembered about this trip to say good-bye to him...and yet I didn't remember this moment until I read it today. I remember leaving their home, backing out of the drive-way, knowing I would never see them again. I remember crying and Macey not understanding the enormity of the good-bye we had just said to her great-grandparents.
I miss my Nana and Grumps. My sorrow for them shows up unexpectedly these days. Just like finding a journal in which I wrote our last words to one another in. I still worry he doesn't know the amazing impact he had on the person I am today.
I love you
I know
I love you too!
Pretty good words to leave on, however it doesn't make me miss them any less.
