Tomorrow starts the start of a few bad weeks. Tomorrow I have to go say goodbye to my Grandpa Maass. The second grandfather I've had to say goodbye to in 5 months. He is not doing well, and they are going to take him off all his meds. It is going to be hard. I was always close to him and my grandma growing up. I have a lot of guilt of not visiting them more since my dad died. It is just so hard though. It makes me miss my dad, and I always leave bawling. I am trying to realize that my grandpa is 93, and has lived an amazing life. He'll be with my dad and uncle Jerry, and my baby girl.
Next week on the 16th is my dad's birthday. Then the following week on the 21st is the 2nd anniversary of his passing. Sigh. I really despise February. I don't like this month at all.