Grandfather - Although You Can't Be Here

This year my grandfather will have been passed away for six years. Each year, his passing does not get any easier, in fact, each day I miss him more and more, always thinking of what I could have done for him to improve his dying days, when the last time I saw him, and why I could not have been there when he passed. The truth of the matter is, my grandfather was an alcoholic. He was an Italian chef and enjoyed cooking with wine—sometimes he even put some of it in his food. There was nothing I could have done. Continue reading →