Eight years ago yesterday, my grandfather passed away. This was the first time I was unable to visit his burial site on that day, as I no longer live in the US, where he died. Despite this, however, I chose to visit a local place of worship to say a prayer, something I have not done in many years, and I felt as though his presence were with me in the stillness of the sanctuary. Though the last he knew of me was when I was but fourteen years of age, and my Spanish was possibly at its weakest, it was as though he were with me in there here and now, just for a moment.
"The ones we love never truly leave us." Enjoy the time you have with the people around you, even when they're gone. May the Force be with us all.
