There’s been so much on my mind recently, but no time to write about any of it. I wanted to dedicate a post to my Grandpa who recently passed away before I went onto anything else, but with no time or energy everything has fallen to the wayside.

In the past 3 years, I have watched 2 people die of cancer, which is absolutely, overwhelmingly sad. A few years ago when my godfather died, my dad’s business partner, I started to work for my dad to help alleviate some pressure and have been there ever since. That was a traumatic experience that took me a really long time to get over, and has really shaped my life significantly. It made me realize that I wanted to do something rewarding with my life and not waste my talents, which is why I’m currently studying Nonprofit Management.

Recently, my grandpa, a World War II Vet, died just shy of Easter. He was so smart. While in the Army Corps of Engineers stationed in India, he volunteered his time to build a portable Iron Lung from scratch using spare parts, which helped save the life of a young officer. For this he was awarded the Bronze Star. My favorite thing about him was his sense of humor. He was one of those rare gentlemen, a good man and impossible not to love. My heart hurt when his spirit left the world, the recognition of a great loss, a gaping hole in the good energy on Earth.

A few days later, my friend’s sister gave birth to a beautiful baby boy in the same town as my grandpa, which just so happens to be 5 hours away from my home. When things like that happen, it makes you realize that everything does happen for a reason, that there needs to be room for new life, and life goes on.

Lastly, my grandpa lived a good, long life until 96. My grandma is 93 and still going strong. I found this on their fridge:

Simple advice that goes a long way…

Dear Grandpa,

I miss you.

Love,

Chelsea