recently i spent a week out east. across the lake from toronto. in the niagara peninsula.
my family went back. to where we grew up. and we stayed with good friends on their acreage. and we spent lots of time together with my relatives. and especially my grandmother. we spent time mourning the death of my grandfather. and celebrating his life.
it was a trip full of mixed emotions. one that i never wanted to take. but glad i'm did. my grandfather was constant in my life. and i've only known life with him in it. i have always loved my grandfather. especially his tenderness and generosity. and after seeing all the lives he impacted and hearing their stories. i think i love him even more.
