One of the most important people in my life was my grandpa. He died when I was five years old, but his influence still guides me to this day. He was an incredible man, who absolutely lived each day to the fullest. My mom often says that my cousins and I were his pride and joy.
It really saddens me that my siblings never got to know my grandpa. Because he’s our grandpa, and no one else has memories of time with him except for me. I have no doubt that my grandpa looks down on us and smiles over the little things that my siblings do each day that would make him proud, but it isn’t the same as having him here to reach out and hug everyone.
Whether you are part of a foster family or not, have you ever experienced this kind of loss? Where you have memories that your siblings cannot share in? If you’d like to share a story, do so in the comments. It would be nice to connect with someone in this way.
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