I hung up your ornament on the tree the other day. You remember the one, right?  The one that I got you when I was 7? The small blue one that says "#1 Grandpa" on it? Nobody wanted to hang it up. We all pretended it wasn't there, but I took it and put it right in the middle. It was hard, but I felt like I had to. I remember last Christmas, I said during Grace, "Dear God, please let us all sit here at this table next year" I guess God didn't  listen. Maybe he needed you. I know that that was the last time you came out of the house (besides the endless hospital trips of course). I wish I had one more day, one more hour at least. I can never stop thinking about you; you're always on my mind. I miss you so much and it's killing me. I love you Grandpa <3 RIP