Grandpop has been gone for a year now, and I still expect to see his lanky body shuffle down the hallway when I'm in University Towers, or crouched over his tractor in the field at the farm. These images are still ingrained in my conscious and I suppose they will forever remain there.

I will probably never stop expecting to see him, or Grandmommy, or Philip, or anyone else we've lost. But I feel comforted in knowing that years from now, I'll still be able to close my eyes and recount those sacred moments when they were here with us--making us laugh, smile, and feel loved.