Today marks the one year passing of Grandpa Kobs.  It doesn’t seem like so much time has passed, but it has.  Last week I picked up some bags of clothes that Julie & Grandma were going to get rid of.  I didn’t expect it when I opened up one of the sacks and grief just washed over me.  I wish he were with me to build this house;  he would have loved it and we would have been inseparable. After the funeral last year I was afraid that he would just fade out of my life but it hasn’t really played out that way.  The thought of carrying all my memories and grief forever and ever is both daunting and wonderful at the same time.  I don’t know how I could continue being me if I weren’t modeling myself on him anyway.  It seems really, really odd to grow old and continue to bear Grandpa as a standard for my own life.  I could theoretically become a 94 year old man, older than grandpa, and looking up to someone “less experienced” as a role model for my life.


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