Hard to imagine its already been a year since I opened my eyes to hear my dad telling his brother the news over the phone. I couldn’t stand to be at home, I got ready and headed straight to work. Called my dad as I hit McKnight, asking him if he had booked his ticket back home yet. Drove to the bank, emptied my account. Got back into my car, called my best friend in Edmonton, cried my eyes out over the phone. For some reason, the emotional shock of losing my last living grand-parent left me actually pretty unnerved. A few days later, we drove Dad to the airport, leaving Mom home alone for their anniversary, and leaving us all alone for both Christmas and New Years. Even thinking back to that time, I remember how difficult it was to spend such an important occasion without the telltale head of household around. And this year, I was reminded how much I love and appreciate having a family. A full year since the death of my grandpa, his memory lives on. In so many different ways.
