5/21/1999, is the day I lost my beloved Grandfather to lung cancer.
Since the day I was born, I was told that I was the highlight of his life.
Though he was a very quiet man, I remember dancing on his feet, sitting on his lap in his green rocking chair.
He'd do anything for me, and I only wish now as and adult, I could do anything for him. I think of you and mama more often than I'd like to admit.
Don't keep heaven busy without me xx.
