one more time

I often wish that somehow, when someone dies, you always got one more chance to speak to them before they went. That way, you could live on knowing you got to say goodbye, and tell them what they meant to you, and they get to carry those words with them until the end.

All I could do is ask my mom to tell my grandfather that I loved him. I hope he heard it. He passed away on Friday, a few hours after my last post.