Thanks for the Memories

I have once again received a call about another death in the family but this time it is about my grandfather who has known me since I was born. If I had a grandfather who was away from me or who didn't care for me it would be different but my grandfather was a loving, caring and one of the sweetest men I have ever known. When I was little he used to call me Ms. Tippytoes because I would always walk around on my tip toes. I always knew it was my grandfather because he would start with that. To tell you the truth I am a little numb today because I feel like I am losing another part of my life and I don't deal with change well at all. I just don't want anything to be wrong or go wrong and when it does I feel so out of control. I really try and be realistic that people are born and people die but sometimes it doesn't seem real and I just feel like sometimes those that you love the most are taken from you so quickly. I know we have some control over the way we take care of our bodies but when cancer strikes a person you can pretty much bet that the person who has it won't live for very long especially when it is in its final stages or it has come back. I just want to trust that God always has the best in mind for us but then again I feel that sometimes I don't know what to expect and that is what really scares me. So I say here's to you grandaddy! I love you and I know that you are in a better place. Thank you for all the memories and all the love over the years.