I lost my grandfather three years ago today. Since then, the beginning of each new year has reminded me of two important things.
First, live your life as to make those who positively shaped it proud.
Secondly, always make sure that the ones you love know that you love them.
There was a huge blizzard on the night my grandpa died. When I went into his bedroom to say goodbye for the last time, he held my hand and warned me not to drive home in the storm. He was worried that I might get into an accident, and suggested I spend the night there.
Looking down at him in silence, I was awed by this act of selflessness and unbelievable bravery. Right up until the last moment, he was looking out for those around him before taking even a second to worry about himself. He could barely speak by this point, but he still did what he could to make sure I was safe. The funny thing is that I expected nothing less from him.
For all the pain my family went through those last few days, I’ll always take away that positive moment and carry it with me. If I become half the man that my grandpa was, I will have succeeded, and I already know that he’s proud of me. I said what I needed to say that night; I did what needed to be done. I only cry now because I miss him so much. Even three years later.
Give your parents a call sometime today. Hug your kids a little tighter than usual. Take your friends out to dinner. Make them proud. Let them know that you love them.
The CDP officially returns on Monday.