Well boys and girls, I have met the age where you begin to witness the demise of your sweet, lovely grandparents. My sweet Papa Olson passed away last year in May (wow, has it been that long?) and today his house officially hit the market for sale.
I should correct myself, he wasn’t really all that sweet, especially not at the end…and really not at the beginning either. He was a little cranky, a little too honest, a little too drunk and smoked a little too much. But, he was my Papa! He was cuddly. He loved us grandkids to the moon and back. He tried to smoke a bit less when we were around but managed to drink a bit more. In his own special way he taught me to be honest, sometimes brutally honest, and never ever settle for less than I deserve. Papa always inspired us to carry the ‘Olson’ name to greatness! And now he’s off in the Great Beyond, drinking and smoking with Grandma and Tracy. Have fun Papa, see you soon but not too soon.
I will never get tired of people telling me what a great peer, teacher and principal you were. Miss you, miss you SO much! Miss your laugh. Miss you tears whenever we gave you a framed picture of us. Miss you smokey kisses. I can’t believe it’s been over a year. And now it’s goodbye to HIS house, Papa’s house. That’s what we’ve continued to call it this year while the carpet gets changed, the walls painted, the floors cleaned. Always Papa’s house. Now it will be someone else’s house who doesn’t know the memories or the history held inside. Bye bye Papa’s house.
Edit for truth: Losing a loved one is hard, no matter how long it has been. Don’t let anyone tell you that you should “get over it” if you’ve lost someone close or far from you. Grief is difficult, even a year later. I understand what you are going through. Things will get better.