Lost my grandpa to an anerism the other day and the last story he told me a few weeks ago was how he use to skip school every monday, wednesday and friday and go skiing up at Snoqualmie in Washington. He said it must run in the family.
He then proceded to get mad at me because I never invited him up with me. while getting mad at me because I never texted him. haha Now im regretting that I didn't do either.
For those of you who have lost a loved one, how did you cope?
+k for nice helpful ideas.