…and consider changing your approach.
My Grandfather, my Mom’s father, was an amazing man. A war veteran and a New York City firefighter. But these two experiences didn’t necessarily match up with his ever so gentle approach to people. A gentle and engaging soul. I loved him dearly.
When my grandmother died some years ago, I flew down to Florida to attend her funeral and my approach to addressing death changed forever. I never told my Grandfather this before he died but now, in his name, I share it with you. After the funeral we were back at his house and he brought me into his bedroom. He first showed me that he kept my number in his wallet because he thought I was a good person to talk to and then with his lip quivering he said this, “Ted, people keep telling me that I should be grateful that I had so many years with Grandma, but what they don’t understand is that it is just many more years to miss.” Continue reading “Read This Post Carefully…”