Sometimes, it hurts just as much as it did before.
I think that a lot of the person I am today comes from my grandpa - I think that from him I learned that love is the one thing worth fighting for. I don't remember him ever really being angry at me - all I remember was a man I thought just never got tired, because everything he did was to keep this family together, to keep us healthy and happy.
I learned from him that what matters is the happiness of the people you love, and harboring anger can't bring them happiness. I learned that going to bed dog-tired is better than going to bed unaccomplished at the end of the day.
Because of him, I know that it's alright to have a little faith in people, because good people exist, and he was living proof of that.
I think maybe, today is still a happy day, even though he's not here - because I still have a chance to celebrate the life of the one who always reminds me that life in and of itself is worth celebrating.
I love you.
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