I hate goodbyes. From the daily "have a nice day, honey" to the lifetime goodbyes. All are painful, and make my heart a little heavy. I've moved a lot since graduating from college ... 11 times, the last 3 in the past two and a bit years. I've lost many people in the process. Last week, I was reminded of the loss that hurts the most, the loss that lasts for the rest of your life.
My husband's grandfather died last week, and our hearts are heavy. He is missed. Goodbye Grandpa.