The beauty of a grandfather…

Grandfathers are beautiful. They have unconditional love for their grandchildren that is hard to explain. Some love them for what they are and some try to mould their grandchildren into how they’d like them to be. My grandfather Mr. Paul Vincent was of the first kind. He was proud of my achievements (yes, he thought I was awesome), my personality (he admired my confidence, my heart, my friendship), my taste in clothes and above all he loved me for what I was.

April 11 was a very hard day to go through. First, I denied the fact the my grandfather could not be in my life anymore. Then, as it slowly crept in, it started hurting. Then hurt led to a feeling of emptiness that goes past all human understanding. Time will heal the pain but will not take away this void he has left behind.  Walking alone, reminiscing the great times we have had with him brings tears of sadness and joy. Sad, because we have not lost a grandfather but a friend. Joy, for all the vibrant memories. We were fortunate to have spent quality time with him through the years and he has been a true friend. An open-minded, honest, happy, straightforward, witty, punctual, well-informed, affectionate, caring grandfather was he!

Life is difficult to understand and the thought that he suffers no more brings comfort to a healing heart. And, there are plenty of reasons that make me smile as I think of the most happiest person I have known!

Grateful to his life, our memories and to everyone’s love and prayers!

May he rest in peace 🙂


It is well with my soul…


When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

By Horatio Spafford