4 Months. . .

Something was bugging me about today. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but everytime I had to enter the date, some kind of reminder would go off in my head. What was I forgetting?

Around 4:00 it hit me. Today was grandpa's birthday!

Or it would have been, if he was still around.

It's been 4 months now since grandpa left us. 4 months of Thursdays without being threatened oysters next week. 4 months of his empty chair waiting to be sat in. 4 months of a grandma who seems to be missing a physical part of herself, as if someone had come along and mercilessly chopped off her arm for no apparent reason. 4 whole months. . .

Yet, his absence is still so obviously conspicuous.