I miss my grandfather and every day of my life he is present in what I do

A letter to my grandfather…

Moving forward in life without a loved one is difficult. It’s not just about love, classic platonic love. Saying I love you every day.

But no, that’s not it for me.

He was a sidekick. There was always and however, collapse the way. We loved and hated each other at the same time. The quarrels over work tools, over the morning fishing trips, over deciding what to buy and which piece should be bought.

He taught me the art of “doing it yourself and for yourself”. Not to trust everything and everyone.
To put my feet in several shoes at the same time and specialize in everything. A presence that reassured my gray days. A buffer between the good and the bad.

Now that he’s gone the world seems like a sad, gray place to live.

Love you rock. ❤