My grandfather. Bernard DeGruchy. Passed away last night. He was 83.
It’s hard being more than fourteen-hundred miles away from home. Away from people you love. It’s not that I don’t want to be here. It’s just times like these make it very difficult to process your feelings.
I wasn’t there, I never got to say my final goodbyes. That’s hard. I never got to say my final goodbyes to my dog, Aften, when she died.
I know I can’t dwell on it. I know that I need to, almost cruelly, soldier on. Relive the good memories and don’t let tragedy pull you down.
He lived a good life, and I’m proud to say he helped make me what I am today. He helped raise me with my grandmother and if that doesn’t get you into heaven, I’m not sure what would.
Goodbye Grampy. I love you.