My grandpa died today.
I hadn't talked to him in over three years. My daughter does not remember the special meeting we all shared before he lost his mind.
Wouldn't be so difficult if I had made an effort, if he's children had made an effort. But, alas, death has a funny way of creeping up on us.
The old dog is leaving us as well. A slow death, which leaves me holding the cards on just when she will pass.
But, truly, life must go on. My favorite time of year is here, when the local Rodeo comes to town. I get to share it with lots of family and loved ones this year and later, go to the Dance with my hubby.
But tonight, its just me and my vodka listening to the blues on the back porch.
There's always tomorrow...
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