I love you like biscuits and gravy, hot ham and cheese sandwiches, and waffles and bacon

I haven't mentioned my grandfather's battles at all. Partly because I don't want to remember exact details; I'd rather have a hazy remembrance of the whole thing. But also because things changed incredibly fast over the past 4 months.
Now he has passed away and I'll never forget it anyway so I might as well write about it.

December 21, 2013

This was after a long stint in the hospital. Long enough that he had grown a beard. I think this was the last time that he felt okay. I know this was definitely the last time that he looked okay.

What's so messed up is that I forget that he's gone. Sometimes I'll be sitting in his chair and I'll hear a door slam or the phone will ring and my heart will race because it might be someone telling us that he's died, but then I have to remind myself that it's already happened.

I've found so far that mornings are the hardest because the empty moments in the shower are filled up with thoughts of him.

I mean, yeah he was an older man. I just figured I'd have 20 more years with him.