How do you know when it will be the last time?
The last time to hug someone?
The last time to look into their eyes?
The last time to hear their voice?
The last of anything is usually a defining moment, but what if you don't know it's the last until after the fact? What do you remember if you don't know to remember?
We had an inkling on Saturday, but no one knew it would go so fast. Now here we are less than a week later to say our final goodbye. To remember a Grandpa who loved well.
He loved with the kind of love that will last.
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