If you had asked me yesterday my thoughts on October 8th as a day, I would have told you that it is hands down my most favorite day of the year. It's got a nice evenness about it that makes me feel really content. I like how when I say October 8th, it rolls off my tongue and I love writing it down, all those o's in October and loops in the eight. It doesn't matter if October 8th falls on a weekend or a weekday, I love it.
At least I did until today. This morning my granddad passed away.
He was the last grandparent I had on my father's side and I am understandably upset by this news. I'm taking comfort in the fact that he was in his mid-nineties and lived his life by his rules, even if it meant being the most stubborn person I had ever met. I know it tore him apart to lose my grandmother a few years ago, and I haven't worked out what I think happens after death, but I know he was expecting to be reunited with her and, right now, I am believing in that for him.