Today marks four years since my grandad passed away. That time has flown by. I cant believe he’s been dead four years. It sure doesn’t feel like it.
I still miss him every day. He was my moms dad. A huge part of my life. I think of him every day, thoughts of him are never far away.
He always wanted me to try to lose weight. Now that I am, I pray to him to look down on me, and keep me motivated. I think he does. I feel his presence around me on most days.
Rip grandad, bill. You were such an inspiration to me.
I will leave you all with the song we played at his funeral, at the crematorium. Its a fitting song. He was 80 years old when he died.
Rest in peace, I love you always!