A Toast to a Good Man
On Sunday afternoon, Nate’s grandpa passed away. It’s hard for us being so far from home during this time, and at times we feel as though we don’t know how to grieve. Being so, we went last night to toast to his grandpa and reminisce.
We sat down, and as though it was normal… we bought three drinks, one for me, one for Nate, one for grandpa. We sat his grandpa’s drink to the side (much to the waitress’s confusion), and talked about all the good memories we had with him. The times he stuck toilet paper in our shoes to play a joke, or the great fishing trips that were had when Nate was a boy. It wasn’t much, but it felt special, and real.
To lose a loved one is never easy, especially being 3000 miles away. But a part of me thinks that Nate’s grandpa would have loved last night, actually I know he would have.
So here’s to you, Manny. We love you.