During the past few months, I’ve been notably absent from my blog, and my only posts have been ones that were scheduled/planned long in advance.
There was a reason.
Not so long ago, my grandfather had a heart attack. As he was about to be released from the hospital, we learned he had cancer. My family has always been very close, and this was like a nightmare had become real. Yes, we always knew that this day would one day come, but we didn’t expect it to be quite so soon, or quite so drawn out.
From the time I heard the news, I spent every weekend that I could spare visiting him in Pennsylvania. He always told the best stories, and we sat around eagerly to hear them while we still could. I did what I’d sworn I’d never do and bought a car (his car) so I could go back and forth more easily. And while the past month and a half was both physically and emotionally exhausting, I’m grateful that we had that time together.
I’m lucky to have had such an amazing grandfather, and will always cherish the memories we had together. He taught me to use Napster back in the good old days of the internet, when the legality of it all was somewhat more ambiguous. When I first moved to DC, he told me about his experiences there back when he was a truck driver, and was sent to make a delivery to a building that hadn’t yet been built. He told us about taking my grandmother waterskiing among the alligators in Florida. On the day of the Women’s March, he told me he was proud of me and would look for me on TV.
We lost my grandfather a week and a half ago, and it still feels raw and unreal. I’m going to miss him a lot. But I am slowly easing myself into my old routines, and hope to be back here in full swing soon.