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The king is dead

The man that helped raise me died on Sunday.  Calling him my stepfather isn't enough.  He was my dad and I love him.  He had been sick a long time. 

This man walked me down the isle when I got married.  My kids called him Granddaddy. 

They won't remember him.  They're too young.  It hurts my heart. 

Thank you so everyone who has checked in on me recently.  I've had a great deal of things going on.  It's been hard for me to write anything.  I appreciate you all very much.  All my love to you. 

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cashay
Aug. 1st, 2012 01:41 am (UTC)
*hugs you tight* I'm so sorry for your loss =(

If it's any help I was pretty young when my grandmother died and I still remember her. Not like I remember events that happened later but I have images and feelings associated with her. I'm sure your children will remember him in their own way.

Don't worry about not writing, it's a hobby that's supposed to make you happy and not feel worse.

I wish you all the best and if there is ever a way I can help you just let me know *hugs* My Inbox and Twitter are always open.