Weeks before moving home from college, my mom told me my grandfather was sick.
Although I saw my grandparents as often as I could, it was challenging to see them regularly because they split their time between Florida — where I lived — and New Jersey. Plus, I got used to the idea that they would always be there, no matter how many times I saw them throughout the year.
Once I learned the news of my grandfather’s illness, I began seeing them much more frequently whenever they were in Florida. Whether we were drinking milkshakes, watching TV, or talking for hours, each evening with them was a memory I’ll never forget.
After he passed, just nine…
