It’s probably one of the worst things to hear on April Fool’s Day. Death in the family.
“Although I don’t know who would be sick enough to make jokes like that.”
My mother informed me yesterday that her father passed away. At 71 years of age, his struggle came to an end. He didn’t pass over because of sickness or ill-health, but of age. He was weak towards the end of time & could barely walk & look after himself.
He lived in Moldova, the last time I saw him was in 2009. My mother saw him about 11 years ago. I can just imagine the pain she is experiencing. Losing a parent can’t be easy. Especially when you haven’t seen them in so long, the pain is worse – you didn’t get a chance to prepare for goodbyes.
He lived a good life. Not a life of wealth & luxury. He smoked and drank. He was an amazing grandfather. He lived life.
Now he can rest in peace & be in a better place for all time.
I love you, Grandpa Grisha. Sleep sweet forever more.