Polly Says Goodbye to Her Grandfather Who Passed Away

We all lose someone. It's inevitable. Some unexpectedly like my uncle Kevin. Some too soon like my cousin Ronnie. Neither were true for my grandfather who lived a full life well into his 90s.

Edgar Nash was a man who fought in the war, moved his wife and son (my dad) from England to Canada to raise his family. He worked at The Thousand Islands bridge authority to keep a roof over their heads and lived long enough to watch his children (6) grow and give him grand children and great grand children.

They say funerals are for the living, not the dead. How else can we say goodbye and find closure? When my grandmother passed she was cremated and a private family service was held when my aunt could attend from British Columbia. The same will happen for my grandfather. I missed my grandmother's service and the chance to find that closure. I don't want to make the same mistake twice.

Whether it was summer at my grandparent's cottage or Christmas in their basement, it was always surrounded by family and laughter. And isn't that what life is all about? Making memories that last long after you're gone.

So rather than mourn my grandfather's death, I honor his life. A life that left behind a family that loved him and will carry on his name and values for generations to come.

Go rest high on that mountain grandpa. Tell Kevin and Ronnie I said hello and I think of them often. Give grandma a hug and kiss for me and tell her I miss her, if you can get a word in edge wise. We all know how she likes to talk and she's been waiting a awhile for you. I'm sure has lots of stories to share since you've been apart.

Goodbye grandpa. I will carry you with me. Til I see you again.

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