This Thursday, I will be saying goodbye to someone I dearly care for, My Great Grandfather, or Papa, as us grandkids called him. He passed away this past Saturday. He was 89 years old. We all grieve in our own way, and I feel that perhaps writing it down will be good.
He served patriotically in the Army Air Corp during World War II, and flew a flag in his yard every day until the day he died. He was a loving, kind, and proud man, and he cared a lot about family. He and my great grandmother, who passed in 2004, made it a point to make and keep family traditions. Family was a priority for them, which meant that every christmas, every easter, every mother's and father's day, every thanksgiving, and even every halloween was turned into a family event. Though I am sad to see him go, I believe that he, and my grandmother, will live on through the traditions they instilled in us all. I will miss him so much. I love him dearly, and I hope that I'll be able to see them again someday.