Broken Heart

On August 15, 2013, Joe Lee Morgan, my rock, my family's father, my grandfather passed away. My heart is far beyond sad, far beyond grief, it has a grandpa shaped hole in it. I cry out of selfish anger and hurt. I cry because I had the best grandpa in the world and its not fair he's gone at 77. I cry because my grandma lost her one, true, great love. 

As a child when I would wander off (I did this a lot) in the mall or wherever, it was grandpa's job to follow far enough but close enough so that I never really got lost. He never stopped doing this, watching out for me always making sure I never wandered to far away. Now that he's gone, who is gonna do that?! 

Everyday the hole in my heart feels bigger. Everyday I remember something else, another memory, and it hurts and heals and reminds me that reason that hole feels so BIG is because he loved me so BIG. 

I know the words of comfort: He's in a better place. He isn't hurting anymore. He's in glory. I'll see him again someday. 

I don't grieve without hope, but I miss my grandpa. 


(The shirt he has on in this picture is in a container in my closet. It smells just like him.)

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