A day late

Yesterday was probably the toughest day of the week/month/year so far. It marked the one year anniversary of my Grandpa Moss' death. During the past couple weeks, I reflected on where I was last year during that time...saying goodbye to my Grandpa. I remember like it was yesterday where I was when I got the news. It was a Sunday. I had just finished up with dinner at my Grandmas and was heading into my Great Aunts house to pick up Kellen from his b-ball game. As we were driving home, I told Kellen to call my dad (who was still in Idaho w/ my grandpa) and tell him about his game. Little did we both know, or all of us know, 15 min. later my Grandpa would pass away. Kellen and I were home for about 25 min. before my mom, ashley and megan got home from church. In walked my pap which I thought was a little strange. My mom sat us down in the living room and me being myself was of course, joking around. She told us that Grandpa had passed away an hour ago. I was shocked, upset and every word to describe my emotions was possibly true. I remember crying the whole entire night and talked to my dad that night but only less than 30 seconds because he was so upset.
With it being a year later, I've missed telling my Grandpa that I graduated from Vo-tech for Dental Assisting, Getting a job as a Dental Assistant and preparing for a mission in the summer. I know without a doubt that he has been watching over each of us throughout this past year. I miss my Grandpa everyday but I can't wait for the day when I can see him again. I miss his smile, his laugh and him cracking jokes. It took me about 9 months after his death to fully accept it. Throughout the whole grieving process however, I've gained a better testimony on families and on faith, hope and love.