Missing Grandpa

I thought last night on the way home from work about Grandpa. He has been gone about three weeks now. I was thinking it has only been two years since Grandma died. Seems like such a short time ago. Like yesterday. Must have been an eternity for him. I had told him we were coming in December. I think he knew he wouldn't be here. Now that I recall the conversation, it was in his voice. I am glad I called him back the last time he left a message. I still sometimes think I need to tell Grandma something that has happened or something I have seen or something I think she would enjoy. Then I remember and chuckle sadly to myself. I feel alone although I have Thomas, love of my life, and Mom, who I am getting to know.

Sometimes, it's just not the same.