Dear Grandpa Curt,
As I sit here, trying to gather my thoughts and put something into words, I'm not even sure I can make sense out of my thoughts. It's been quite a year, to say the least. And the simple truth is this: I miss you.
I miss your kind heart, your gentle smile, your excitement when I called or came over for a visit. I miss seeing you in your chair. I miss coming over and laughing at all the new things hanging from your garage ceiling. I miss putting birdseed out for the birds. I miss you offering me peanut m&ms in little plastic cups. I miss your amazing wood-working abilities and all the beautiful pieces you've made over the years. I miss hearing your laugh. I miss picking grapefruit out of your tree. I miss hearing you talk about how much you hated school as a kid. I miss how proud you were when you saw me graduate high school and then college. I miss seeing you in those funny net shirts. I miss all your little inventions, which all did indeed serve a purpose. I miss hearing about your lunch at taco bell. I miss seeing you with a toolbelt around your waist. I miss you filling up all the recycled peanut butter jars with screws and nails. I miss seeing you swoon over grandma. I miss your chicken legs. I miss Christmas time with you. I miss hearing "Hello, Erin" when we spoke on the phone. I miss your love of dumpster diving. I miss hearing your views on the world. I miss your love of raw oysters on the halfshell. I miss your wisdom. I miss hearing you talk about your past. I miss you offering candy out of the orange tupperware that sits on your end table. I miss hearing you talk about our amazing family.
To tell you the truth, I miss everything that you were and still are. A year ago tomorrow was the hardest day of my (among others) life. I watched people who don't normally cry, weep. I watched kids cry. I watched spouses cry. I watched myself cry. You have no idea just how much your time here on earth meant to each one of us. You were one of the most amazing men I've ever met and you remain that man in each of our hearts.
I went through phases after you left. I was devastated. I'd never lost anyone as close until then and didn't know how to react. I was angry. Why would this happen to someone so wonderful?How were we all supposed to bounce back from this? I was lonely. I felt like I couldn't be what my mom needed, what my grandma needed. And I just missed you. I was sad. I don't know how many times I've thought of you and felt tears roll down my cheeks. Just as I do now. I've come a long way in the last year. However, I go through the emotions in cycles. Grief, anger, sadness, loneliness. But once my eyes dry, I feel a different type of emotion. I feel happiness. Some people don't ever get to meet their grandpa. And I realize how lucky I am to not only have met mine, but to have spent 26 years knowing mine. How wonderful those 26 years of my life were with you in them. How fortunate we all are for knowing you, no matter the level we knew you on. Maybe we don't ever 'bounce back'. Maybe we just wake up each morning and remember. And those memories help us get through each day.
I miss you today. Today more than yesterday and yesterday more than the day before that. I know that it's not easy thinking about you being gone. But what eases my mind are the wonderful memories I have of you. You truly lived by the saying, "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." I told you before you left how much you mean to me and how much I love you. That will never change. Know that I think of you everyday and that I'll miss you more tomorrow than I did today.
With love always,
Your granddaughter,
Erin