I know I have not been writing much here recently. My grandfather passed away on December 5th. He was 88 years old. I miss him something terrible. Still, he is no longer sick. He is no longer depressed. And most importantly I fully believe he is now with the love of his life, my Nana. There are days where I enjoy my freedom of being single, but then I think of my grandparents and with I had someone to share that deep of a devotion with. One day at a time. If it’s meant to happen for me it will.
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