I think one of the worst parts of losing someone that you love is thinking of what will no longer be. No more snuggles with Granddaddy.
No more made up silly games.
No more stories read.
No more little smiles.
No more granddaddy laughter.
No more fun days with him at the farm.
No more faces lighting up when I tell my kids that we are going to see Granddaddy. I sorrow as much for what my kids will be missing as much as I will miss my dad myself.