Some days are worse than others, but around the holidays are when times get tough.

I had a special relationship with my grand pop – one that every little girl dreams of. Matter of fact, I rarely ever referred to him as “grand pop.” It was always Joey (and he loved it.) Joey’s grandchildren (all 21 of us) were his world, he lived & breathed for us… his pride & joy.

Although Joey passed away over a year ago, I constantly feel him around… especially when I wear his favorite flannel (which happens to be right now.)

I miss him immensely & wish for him back every day, but there’s something so unspeakably comforting having him up there, rooting me on, guiding me in the right path, watching me accomplish my dreams.

P.s. When I start to feel him around, the lights go dim… Ironically, as I’m writing this post, the lights suddenly went dim.

Shout out to my favorite guardian angel xo

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“Having loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”

– J.k. Rowling