The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. My Grandfather, whom I was really close to, passed away. This is also the reason why I didn’t post this past week. I took his passing hard because he was like my second father. I decided I’d write a letter to him for his service which is today. So, this post is dedicated to Pop.
I never thought in a million years that I would be writing this letter to you. All my life, I thought you would be here forever. I thought that you would still be here to let me in the house when I got locked out, give me a ride when I needed one, tell me one of your “many, many” stories for the millionth time, leave me another voicemail, and, after I say “I love you”, hear you say “DITTO!”, like only you could say it. Most of all, I thought that I would still be able to call you on OUR birthday and wish you a Happy Birthday. Those will be the things for which I’ll remember you most. You and Granny had an ENORMOUS impact on my life, and I’m so grateful and proud to be able to say that. After your passing, I contemplated – Why do we mourn one person, when we should cherish the many that we have with us? Mourning can be such a selfish act because we want our loved ones to be here so WE can see them, so that WE can hear them laugh and so that WE can hug them for as long as WE can. Even though I’m being selfish, I am truly happy that I know that I’ll be able to see you again. When I see you, it’ll be a better you, a happier you, a healthier you, a perfect you. Because now you’re in the hands of God and, with Him, we are all our greatest selves. So I’ll see you and Granny soon, Old Man. Thanks for being the world’s greatest Grandfather, and I’m so glad that I was able to share 25 awesome birthdays with you. I love you so much, Pop.
Love, Ipo (Miyah)