My family is broken.
This week we had to heartbreakingly farewell the patriarch of our family.
He led his life with conviction. He was funny and strong. He was determined and just a little bit naughty.
He was more cheeky than most two year olds you know. He has eyebrows that danced and a wink that gleamed.
He was a father to two, step-father to four. Grandfather to 18. Great-grandfather to 20.
He had an insatiable sweet tooth, and deeply loved copious amounts of ice cream.
He loved fishing and camping and living.
He really liked living. Until the end when he didn’t anymore.
That’s the thing, age is horrific, no one can hide from it. You can’t outrun it. It will catch us all.
Rest in peace my friend, you and your delightfully mischievous eyebrows will be missed. There is a hole in our family now that you are gone. We will never be the same.
So now, somehow we learn to live without you.
I love you. I miss you.
Just know that you were loved. So incredibly, deeply loved.