here's to you

today marks week 3 since my grandpa died.  i didn't think i'd be able to survive in a world where he didn't exist, but as they say, time does heal all wounds.  not saying this wound is at all healed yet, but i am surviving. 

my grandpa enjoyed life.  he ate donuts, drank manhattans, sat in the sun, and smiled a lot.  he would give a little squeeze at the end of a hug, wink at you across the room, and he would hold your hand.  he loved life, he loved my grandma, and he loved us, i'm certain of this.  i'll miss my grandpa, but i'll eat a donut, squeeze at the end of a hug, sit in the sun, maybe drink a manhattan and remember him.