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It's March 11th, 2010. Exactly one year ago, my grandfather on my mother's side, Robert Lowery, died early in the morning. I got the call for his passing from Mommy at 5:30 AM.
One year ago I was living in San Antonio in my great-grandma's mobile home, already booked with my surgery for the cyst in my neck that was to take place in April. The grief came in spurts throughout the entire day, and no activity seemed to cheer me up. I naturally called in for work that day and told my closest friends what happened. In the following months I continued to occasionally cry out of missing him.
I still miss Grandpa, and I always will. I've gone without hearing his voice or his laugh or his singing to the family pets. His eyes were as bright and strong as his personality. He did a great many things for a ton of people over the years. His life was a full one, one many would probably envy, and he was "just an English teacher".
I love you, Grandpa, and I miss you so much.
One year ago I was living in San Antonio in my great-grandma's mobile home, already booked with my surgery for the cyst in my neck that was to take place in April. The grief came in spurts throughout the entire day, and no activity seemed to cheer me up. I naturally called in for work that day and told my closest friends what happened. In the following months I continued to occasionally cry out of missing him.
I still miss Grandpa, and I always will. I've gone without hearing his voice or his laugh or his singing to the family pets. His eyes were as bright and strong as his personality. He did a great many things for a ton of people over the years. His life was a full one, one many would probably envy, and he was "just an English teacher".
I love you, Grandpa, and I miss you so much.
