Yesterday was Grandpa's 87th birthday.
I was thinking about him all day, but didn't get a chance to post until now.
Oh, how I wish he was still here so that we could celebrate with him.
I miss his smile.
I miss how he could make me laugh like no one else.
I miss his little smirk and wink when he'd make a joke.
I miss hearing "Hi-a Min" when I walk through the door or "Oh no! I was hoping you weren't coming!"
And sometimes, when life feels really crappy, I ache for him so bad, because he could somehow always make things feel better.
I love you forever Grandpa!
Happy Birthday in heaven!