This past weekend we learned my grandpa’s mouth cancer is incurable. He lives in Hawaii and we won’t be able to go see him. He can’t talk on the phone because he can’t really talk at all.
I was feeling a little helpless, because I don’t know how to handle the fact that the last time I talked to him I didn’t know it would be the last time.
So I took my dad’s advice and recorded a video to send to him.
After about a million tries, I finally got one where I didn’t completely lose it. But I think I could sit here and make a million more videos and never ever even come close to saying everything I’d like to say to him.
Instead, I boiled down a lifetime of love and memories into two and a half minutes. It feels so painfully inadequate.
It’s also incredibly laughable that I ever thought I knew what a broken heart feels like before this.
