Late this morning I got the news that my Grandpa Ron had passed away. He’d been battling cancer for a while, and we knew this day was approaching. But knowing that it’s coming does nothing to alleviate the deep grief that comes with actually losing the person. It’s wretched and painful and only made worse by the knowledge that he’d probably be ticked off we were all so sad.
Because he lived so far away, I wasn’t able to see him before he died. But I did sit down and record a video for him. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to sum up a lifetime of feelings into a 3 minute video, but it’s not easy.
I told him about how when I was a kid, I saw him the way a lot of kids see their grandparents, as something larger than life. I thought he was the coolest. He was adventurous and smart and strong – someone who really lived. But then I got older, and it never changed. Because I wasn’t only seeing him through those little kid goggles back then. He really was all those things.
And I got to thank him for being such a shining example of how a person is supposed to live. I got to tell him that not everyone gets someone like him in their life, and that I’ll always feel blessed to have gotten the gift of him.
I asked my mom to send me some pictures of the two of us, and she sent me exactly what I would have chosen if I’d been looking myself. This is the way I’ll always remember him.
So today I say farewell to an incredible man, my Grandpa Ron. I’ll miss you.