I miss you. I miss you like the sunshine on a cloudy day. Grandpa, sitting on your lap when I was younger made the world go ‘round. You taught me to stand on my own. You told me to go get em’, get ‘em, get ‘em. (Card game where he would shoot the cards out into the floor and I would chase and pick them up.) This was something special to us because you only played the game with me. I reflect on this as you saying to chase my dreams and never let anything stop me from making them come true.
I think about you in everything I do. I think about the day I get married and I know you won’t be there but you will be watching. I think about during graduation and how you were able to come and missed out on one milestone while you were here on this grueling planet. I think about all the things that you won’t necessarily be missing out on but you will be just watching from afar.
You always were my comfort zone. Things always were better when you were around. You let me “drive” the pontoon boat when I was little. I wasn't quite tall enough to see over the steering wheel. I was your "Sugar." The nickname that you gave me when I would come over.
Today is June 8, 2016. It is two years to the day that you left us behind and in less pain. This morning around the same time that you passed away, Guy, (my dog that you loved as one of you own) started randomly barking aggressively and we didn’t understand what it was. My dog never barks aggressively like he did last night. Then, we figured it out. You. We believe he saw you and was just telling us you were still watching over us and not letting anything happen to us in our sleep.
I miss you. I miss you like the rain in a drought. You always told me that no matter what that you were going to be OK. I know that now. I know that every bluebird I see is a small reminder of you and I will see you again one day. “It is never a goodbye, it is only a see you later.”