It's not a happy birthday today for someone I loved. It's just another cold reminder that he's gone. My grandfather would have been 75 years old. Part me wishes he would still be here for some more birthdays yet I don't think I could bear to see him suffer anymore. The emptiness and guilt do not go away so easily, you know?
Happy Birthday, Pap.
Sept. 1, 1933 - Aug. 4, 2008
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