My Grandpa Bunch

Five years ago, I lost my Grandma Jean. She was the Grandma I grew up with. I spent the night at her house most weekends. She taught me plethora of card games. We watched British Comedies together. Her Snoopy cookie jar was always full of delicious treats. She'd make me warm tea because it wasn't breaking the Word of Wisdom reasoned it was "caffeine free tea."

She was the first person I lost that I loved and knew deeply. My heart still aches for her. Sometimes I get a reminder of her so strong that it brings me to tears. I believe in Heaven. I know I'll see her again. But I still very much miss her.

My Grandparents here in Utah, my mom's parents, and my last living Grandparents, have been a support to me my whole life, but especially the last 7 years I have lived here.They invite me for dinners. Let me come spend the night to get away from life. We walk the garden. Have long talks. Watch movies. Eat spoon fudge. And laugh, laugh, laugh.

Recently, my Grandpa Bunch was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's Disease. This disease is terminal and doctors say he has 1-3 years left on this earth.

I'm not ready to lose another loved one. It's very hard. So, I won't think about it. I will think of the funny sayings, the unselfishness, the grumpy attitude, the warm heart, and the strong testimony. And I will know, no matter when he leaves this earth, I will see him again and he'll always be my Grandpa Bunch.

Love you Grandpa.