Three years ago today. Three long years that you've been gone.
I sit here, typing this with tears streaming down my face. I miss you so much. Words can't even describe how much.
You weren't my blood grandpa, but you were the closest thing to a real grandpa.
I'll never forget one of our last phone conversations when you joked that the next time you came to visit, you would have to bring a Calculus book because I'd probably be grown up and would rather do Calculus problems than bake cookies with you.
Truth is, I'd give anything to be able to bake one last batch of cookies with you.
I miss the cookies. I miss us decorating them as ugly as possible but you would always say mine were beautiful. I miss you playing that joke on me where you'd pull a quarter out of my ear and I'd believe it every single time.
I've tried to stay strong today but I just can't.
These last three years without you have been the hardest years of my life. I know you're with me though; you'll forever be in my heart. "Forever and a day", as you would say.
I miss you so much.
Whenever I'd tell you that I loved you, you would tell me that you loved me more.
Grandpa, I love you more.
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