This is so hard to type.
I've been really quiet on the blogging front this week as my mind has been occupied in other places.
My grandfather has been sick in the hospital for a few weeks and things just kept getting worse and worse. Last night my Grampie passed away.
It's so hard to think that he is gone. He was so strong and young (in grandparent age) and it happened so quickly. I come from a line of hardy, country farmers. It's strange to think that I will no longer taste any of Grampie's maple syrup that he made himself or admire any Christmas trees that he groomed and harvested or help him make hay in the summer. He was doing all this and more until just a couple of months ago.
I'm heading home for a few days to be with my family and am dreading watching everyone (and there are a lot of us!) experience this sadness. As I said to RDog last night and for lack of better words, this sucks.