Mourning is funny in that it doesn't happen the way you expect it. Not at all like what you see in the movies or read in books. And distance, the prohibitively far kind especially, is just a physical barrier that in no way lessens the heartache. It actually might be the cause of a deeper sorrow since it can't be shared with other family members directly with embracing and caressing.
Nevertheless, I'm hurting inside. My wifey and wonderful daughter Lily are both so supportive. My father is in tune with giving me all of the information I need to keep up with all of the arrangements. I can only imagine how this news of my Grandpa passing is affecting the rest of the family. I may not be physically there, but I remember my Grandpa with his big lucky ear lobes and his bushy eyebrows just as clearly as when I looked into his sparkling eyes and felt his warm smile the last time we were there. He is forever engraved in my heart.
Dance Grandpa with Grandma. She's been waiting a while in Heaven for you. I love you.
Mt. Carmel Obit
I prayed a virtual rosary for my Grandpa here in Japan at the same time the services were taking place. Growing up, I used to pray this Catholic way with an actual rosary in my hands daily. I still remember each prayer, mostly, and did this to honor my Grandpa's devote Catholic life.
Trip to the States, summer of 2013, Lilica meets Grandpa for the 1st time
Some jazzy Chicano music that suits Grandpa's era from "Zoot Suit"
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