Sad, sad day.

Yesterday, July 23, 2011, 3 days before his 63rd birthday, my grandfather lost his short battle with lung cancer. My heart is absolutely torn to bits.
My grandfather meant the world to me. I love him with all of my heart. I am going to miss his conversations (mostly about fishing). I am going to miss his jokes (mostly about how others sucked at fishing). I am going to miss his laugh. He and I argued everytime I saw him because I would ask him how he was doing and his same reply was, "I am going alright for an old man." We would bicker for a while about that. I would hug him tight, even when he was drenched in his fishy smells from being out on the river all day long. I am going to miss him falling asleep with the remote in his hand on the couch. Even when he was down sick, he could make you feel like there was nothing wrong in the world. He was in better spirits in his last days than a healthy person was in.
One day my granddaddy saw my hair and told me it was beautiful. I thanked him and he told me it would hurt him something bad if I cut it. So, I am on a mission, to grow my hair to MBL in memory of my granddaddy. I promise, Granddaddy, I will grow it and I will take great care of it. I know you are smiling down on me. I am sorry that I am choking up and crying as I type this about you. But you know that you were a great impact on me and my life. I touched your things at your house today and broke down. You are no longer here. Your things seem cold and untouched. I wish you were, but I know that you are in so much peace that you would not trade it for the world. We all know that you are in heaven. You may not have had real gold in your life, but I hope the golden paved roads in heaven feel good on your feet. I love you, and I am wrapped eternally in your love and comfort from heaven. Love you always, you will never be too far away, Alexis.