I just kind of wanted to make a post reflecting on some memories. My grandfather, the man that raised me, has been gone from this life for 4 years. This is now the 5th father's day I have not had him. I have been doing well for myself, but for some reason last night I lost myself. I spent all night crying about how much I miss him. I got pregnant with my son just 3 months after his passing. His sister saw my son when he was about 3 months old. All she could talk about is how much my son looks like my grandfather.
This is us when I was 2 years old.