Yesterday I learned that you lost your battle with lung cancer. I know you’re in a better place now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you more than words can explain. You have always been my inspiration to be the best I can be; I’ve always wanted you to be proud of me. It hurts me knowing that I’ll never hear your laugh or have you ask me “how’s soccer going, kiddo?” anymore. I’ll never forget our talks or the advice you’ve given me. And though I know you aren’t here anymore, I know I’ll never be alone because I have you watching over me.
I just want you to be proud of me. I just want you to know that I miss you and I love you. Nothing will be the same without you, but I know you’re watching over us and you aren’t suffering anymore.
I hope I’ll make you proud.
Rest in Peace, Granddaddy.