which, you know, is why i dont wear pinstripes more often.

because i hate beating the ladies off with a tiny stick and everything.

oh yes, the crayon is back.

it's not the hurting has stopped.

the hurting never stops. it just becomes...

you learn. that's all. you learn from it, you learn because of it, and you may never accept the hurt, but it forms to you and you to it, so you learn to move forward.

listening, today, to people talk about my grandfather i realized a few things.

one:

he was an incredible man who touched many people's lives.

two:

i'm not alone.

three:

his legacy lives on.

it's the little things i'm going to miss. his bbq, his spaghetti, the way you could walk around the corner and he would be sitting on the swing smoking. how he loved pepper on everything.

how he sat in the doorway on christmas while we opened presents.

his memory makes me happy yo.

he taught me a lot without either one of us realizing the lessons being exchanged.

and i'll see him again, one day.