I've had a rough couple of days. My grandfather passed away on Sunday and I've spent the last couple of days with my family in New York doing what people do when someone dies. My grandfather was amazing. He was everyone's Baba (that's what we called him).
He had 12 grandchildren, 10 great-grandchildren and four kids. However, only two of his kids are still around. My aunt and uncle both died within the last 10 years. My Baba had a tough life, but I never ever saw him without a smile on his face. He was strong for us all and always told us not to cry even when the moment called for it. When I saw him laying there on the wake, I kept thinking how he would be telling me right now to cry.
Honestly, I am not really sure why I am telling this story on here. I don't really talk about my personal life on the Internet, but I just felt compelled to tell everyone about him. Two paragraphs don't give him justice and I am sure two pages wouldn't either.
When I came home today after a 13-hour work day (and didn't care to talk to people about Robin Roberts dying because I'm being irrational today) I found a package waiting for me. Inside the box was another smaller box around cotton balls.
Here's what put a smile on my face for the first time in about four days.
While the Babe isn't going to replace my Baba, this card did help take my mind off for a bit as I wiggled it in the light.