Each day since my grandpa died I have been working in the dirt, not one time did I think about how much time I spent in my grandparents garden growing up. I have never done much in the garden before but pulling all the weeds in my parents garden has been nothing but pure therapy, and it didn't cost me a thing. I am now looking forward everyday to gardening, spending quiet time outside with my dog as he thinks that he is being so helpful by dragging weeds all over the rest of the yard.
I can not stop thinking about my grandpa. I am attaching some pictures from his funeral but I will not be commenting on them just yet.
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I am glad you have some way to connect and feel peace.
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