Death is a hard thing to accept.

I lost my grandmother (my father's mother) about six weeks ago. This past weekend, we flew back to "bury" my grandfather. I have now lost all of my "grand" generation, and most of the "great's". There are a few things I wish. I wish I would have told them more I loved them. I wished I could have spent a little more time with them. In most cases, I wish I could have told them good-bye. (I was fortunate to have that chance with Grandpa Olsen.) I wish them the best on their new journey.
It would have been nice to have my grandparents at my wedding.
It would have been nice to have my grandparents at my graduation.
I guess God has other plans. In any case, I live on as a younger generation of Olsen. I have much to do in this world to leave my own distinct mark, and I know I won't be alone. Still...