Last week my grandfather passed away.
Here is some context.
My grandparents split when my dad was young.
They both got remarried and my whole life I have seen my Grandpa Hart( My dad's dad) and Grandma Donna( his wife) 2 times. Once I was 5 and I briefly remember and the second time I was in high school and they took a road trip across the country and visited. He didn't watch me graduate high school, college or get married.
My Grandma and her husband Louie however were a different story. At one point we lived with them. My parents were teenage parents so we didn't start with much. I remember Louie in almost every significant memory I have. Birthdays, holidays baptisms, confirmations, graduations and my wedding.
( Grandma and Louie at my wedding)
Louie passed away on Thursday. He was driving a car full of my family ( him, grandma, my aunt, her two kids and boyfriend) in his van when he had a heart attack driving 60+ mph.
My aunt some how jumped into the front seat and slowed the car down.
During this time of mourning I am finding loads of blessings. While Louie is gone no one else was hurt, it could have been so bad. Louie was such a blessing to my life. He loved me more than I could describe and treated me just as he did his biological grandchildren. He always told us to call him Louie since we still had our grandfather and didn't want to take his place but reflecting back he was such a wonderful grandfather and I wish I would have let him know it everyday. He loved my grandmother with every part of his body and he loved my family even more.
So I am blessed. Louie was a blessing to my life and while I am sad and mourning I will treasure every memory.