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The Reality of Love?
Every memory that comes to my mind when I hear his name
is hard to bear some days.
Other days the memories are the small things that make my day.
Yet when I come out of my thoughts,
I realize I never knew much about the man I loved.
Even though I was a small child,
most of my knowledge was based off of who he was during my lifetime.
Later
years after his passing,
I have come to find that he was so much more than my grandfather.
He was
a war veteran,
a husband,
a father,
a giving stranger to those in need,
a hard worker,
someone irreplaceable to me.
To realize that I could love someone and still be so blind
to a large part of
who he was,
what he did throughout his past,
and so many more details about what makes him himself,
has my mind spinning.
Being so young
I never knew him as much as I wanted to as to when I became older.
Part of my heart feels hurt,
perplexed,
and lost;
all at the same time.
Yet I know one thing;
I love him and I miss him every day.
Is this just a reality of love?
Maybe that is just me.
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