Last words...

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.