Dear Grandpa,
A few days ago was your birthday and also your diamond wedding anniversary with Grandma. It's been two months now since you left us.
Grandma said something recently that got me thinking. She said we can't even imagine what it's like. And she's right. How could I ever understand what it feels like to lose the love of your life - two months before your diamond wedding anniversary? The person you shared your whole life with. But I also know one thing: it hurts so much not to have you here with us anymore.
You were so much more than just a grandpa to me. You and grandma were like a home. You helped me grow up, helped me whenever I needed it, without ever making it a condition. The world around me was often upside down, but with you everything was constant. Everything was in its place. Everything was familiar. And in this little cosmos where you sat in your armchair in front of the TV and answered crossword puzzles, I found something that I often lacked: peace.
I know I wasn't the perfect grandson. I worried you, sometimes more than I was happy. But you never held that against me. You never made me feel like I had failed, even though I often felt that way myself. I am eternally grateful to you for that, Grandpa.
Now you are no longer here. And I sit in your armchair, look at the photo of you and feel as if I have lost my last home - just now, when I am desperately looking for one. But I know that you are looking after us. And that you are up there now, with your very own herd of alpacas with Emilio, Ennio and Luna.
Take good care of her, Grandpa. And I promise you, I'll take care of myself. And the rest, as best I can.
I miss you more than words can say!
