My Grandfather

My grandfather passed away yesterday in the morning. It is never a call that you want to pick up. Death catches us when we least expect it, and sometimes it doesn't even seem real. But, old age is hard, and I'm confident that he is with my grandmother again and doesn't have the pains of this world.

He was a character. He had quite a sense of style and a passion for life. He played chess with me, he took me to the parks. I loved how he ate breakfast in the mornings- always a boiled egg. I loved the smell of his sweaters and how he wore scarves. He was a wonderful artist and architect, and I admired all of the art he painted of my grandmother.

Because my grandparents lived in another country, I didn't seem them as much as I wanted to, but I loved them dearly. I will miss them both very very much.