Hi Grandpa, it's been a year.
I hope you're doing fine.
I still remember you pacing with your walking stick.
And sometimes lifting it up and walking by yourself if it gets too slow.
I still remember during a family picnic, you got lost and all of us went frenzy looking for you.
And one of your grandchildren came back holding you tight, with bruises and cuts on your face and arms.
I still remember me asking,
'Do you speak English?'
And you'd reply,
'No, but I can speak German.'
And you'd break out into a German song.
I still remember how much I broke down, when I saw your face covered with cloth when you went.
And it was one of the most hardest moments of my life.
I still remember the day where we all left the grave with heavy hearts, wet cheeks and faith.
And I miss you.
Please, please tell me it's gonna be alright.