The Empty Chair

On Sunday we had a birthday party for my Grandpa. He passed away three months ago. We ate a yummy dinner, blew out some candles in his behalf, and shared funny memories that reminded us how lucky we all are to have had his life touch ours.

He was such a great man. I was really happy to be there and celebrate with everyone. A part of me, though, had a hard time as I looked at the place that I last saw him and now there is an empty chair.

I know that he is much better off now and I know that he is happy, but I miss him.