I miss my grandpa so much. It hurts a lot more today.
It’s weird… The days that are super freaking amazingly fantastic are the days I’m most sad because I’m not able to spend them with my grandpa.
And tonight at the volleyball game, it was dedicated to all of the cancer survivors. And it broke my heart because I saw grandparents walking up and it made me think, “why wasn’t my grandpa a survivor?”
I mean, I know my grandpa isn’t a cancer survivor, but I must say that he kicked cancer’s ass majorly by not letting it get to him or his life and most importantly his love and faith in God.
I just wish Cancer didn’t exist.
And I wish that my grandpa was physically here to hug me and tell me that he loves me and that he is proud of me.