It takes time

This post is a hard one for me to write. A week ago today we buried my Grandpa. He was a good man that we all loved and respected. As Rachel said I can still hear his laugh. It's hard cause I will call mom and almost say "How is Grandpa?" but we all know he's in a good place and in no pain. The reason I write this is too say thank you for all of your prayers while he was sick, for our family and for supporting Rachel and I during this. People always tell that story about its not when you were born or when will you pass but what does your dash mean. My mom counted the sign in book and give or take a few name in 2 days 500 people came to the funeral home. He raised a great family and he loved us all and showed no favoritism among the grandchildren, we were all his favorites. I can honestly say my Grandpa made the most of his life. He has a noteworthy dash!