grandpa.

My grandpa passed away this morning.

He suffered a major stroke last week, and he finally met his Maker in the early hours of this morning.

It's a tough/odd/unwonted thing to deal with from abroad. Never before have I lost anyone close to me. The thought of going home and not seeing Grandpa is bizarre to me. I'll never yell a conversation at him again. I'll never again receive one of his hand-me-down gadgets that I can't live without but he can. I'll never kiss his wrinkled, weathered cheek again. He'll never tell me how I used to when I was a tot cling to his foot while he walked around. I'll never again dance with him in the kitchen as he sings and leads. That makes me sad.

I'll miss my grandpa. I already do.