March 6th.

It's been four years since you've passed.

I was a Freshman in high school, and now I'm a Freshman in college.

Everyone says we shouldn't dwell on the past, but it's so hard not to when I miss you so much. As the years go by, I find myself growing stronger. This day will always be hard for me though, which is why I'm sitting here bawling my eyes out right now. You were the absolute best grandpa anyone could ever have. I feel as if you have been there and have guided me to where I'm at today. I'm so grateful for that. When I had that breakdown last year and had no clue what to do with my life and prayed to you to help guide me, you did. I feel like you would be proud of me if you were still here. I hope I'm making you proud. I know you always wanted to see me go to college. I'm trying.

I feel your presence everyday helping me throughout life. You've helped me so so so much. Thank you.

I remember one of our last conversations; it's something that will forever be in my memory. You talked about how next time you see me, I'd want to do calculus instead of bake cookies. You were always the funniest and knew how to make me smile. I never did get a chance to see you after that, but I hope one day we'll be together again baking cookies. Then we can decorate them really ugly and mix all the colors of frosting together to make the worst shade of gray possible. "Goop", as you'd call it. It was terrible looking, but it was beautiful as long as you made it. I hope you're up in heaven eating a lot of "goop"-frosted cookies.

I miss you a lot. I love you even more.