I don't even know...
My grandfather left this earth almost a month ago, and I still find myself convincing my heart that he's really gone. It's continually heartbreaking, and some days don't even feel real, to be honest. Sometimes I feel like I'm just away at school, and he's just a phone call or car ride away. I miss him. I miss his smile, I miss his mild way of handling things. I miss his booming voice that can be heard so clearly even from far away. I miss how he worried about all of us, no matter how small the situation may be. I loved that he was always taking time out to make sure that those he loved were taken care of, be they family, church members, clients... he was the most selfless person I ever met. I miss telling him about my life and how his reactions were always exactly what I needed them to be. He never told me to stop crying. He never told me to stop being so sensitive. He knew when I was discouraged and made sure to take a minute to encourage me, even if all...