It's one month since my grandad was taken from me and my family and all of his friends in a car accident. When I think about it a lot, it feels more surreal than when I just think about it. I know he's gone and wont come back, but at the same time it just feels like he's still here. And I guess he will be, forever in our hearts.
It is hard to imagine a life without him, but all you have to do is keep breathing, and be grateful for each day you get to spend with the people still around you. So don't take anything for granted.
I think a person doesn't die until the last memory of him dies.
This photo was taken on midsummers eve, the last moment I ever saw him alive.
I miss you so, love always.
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