I love Christmas time. It is by far my favorite time of the year. However, I just can’t stop thinking of my Grandpa. I guess I get emotional because I don't have family here..well He passed away 6 years ago, and it still feels fresh in my heart. I miss him with every bit of me. I know I will always hurt over this, but I think what does and always will bother me is the fact that I never said goodbye to him. He lived in Mexico, and well my family never really had a lot of money to travel over there very often during the year, so my dad would save up for us to go on Christmas.
I remember when we would go there on Christmas, he was ready to celebrate! He would make sure we had a Christmas tree; there were beautiful gifts under the tree for us. After the whole unwrapping the gifts part, he turn up the music and start dancing with my Grandma!! It was so fun!! I remember he would tell us stories all the time, and he did the best special effects. I remember waking up in the morning to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and tobacco.
Christmas was the best with my Grandpa!!! So when Christmas comes, and he is not around, it bothers me! Even though there were times that we would not go to Mexico, I would always call him and tell him Merry Christmas, he would always tell me he loved me very much, and he would never hang up first. He would wait until I hung up.
I miss him. If anyone was to ever ask me what I want for Christmas, I want just one last hug from him and the opportunity to tell him that I love him and that I am so grateful to God that he gave me the chance to know him even if it wasn’t for a long time. He has left a very large empty spot in my heart that will never be filled.
