I've always wondered what happens when we die. I don't believe in God, I don't really believe in anything anymore, but I do believe that we will end up somewhere when we pass away, somewhere were we felt safe, happy or secure. Maybe all three of them. I don't really know. I just hope and believe that grandpa ended up somewhere that he felt happy, secure, safe and loved. Maybe on the football field. Maybe at a betting lounge.. Maybe close to grandma!

I know, in my heart, that I'll meet him again. We will play football, we will laugh and he will be the best grandpa ever, like he was when he was alive and kickin'! Always the overprotective one, which could be somewhat annoying, but we always knew it was because he didn't want us to get hurt, and that we were the most precious things he had! He was a rock, my grandpa, a joker, someone who always had a smile to offer, a hand so big that you felt no one could ever steal you away. I've always admired him, for everything he was, for everything he passed on to us, to me. I miss him, but I've been missing him for almost a year now. But I don't remember him with tears, I remember him with a smile. A smile so great that it fills you up from your toes all the way to the top of your head. And then you get calm, because you know he wanted you to remember him that way. Are you smiling now? I hope you are. Even if tears run down your cheeks, I hope you smile. Because the smile gives him the recognition that he deserved and we all know that he is happy now, where ever he might be!