I started crafting this post weeks ago. I wasn't sure if I would post it or not, but I knew that I needed to get my thoughts out about everything going on. The weekend before Thanksgiving, Ben and I found out that his grandfather, Richard, had Stage 4 cancer. Since receiving the diagnosis, plans changed and life happened. The more time that passed by, the more optimistic we were that we'd get to see him for Christmas.
I'm writing this post now because Richard Duvall has passed away. Throughout this process, trying to comprehend cancer and why it happens has been over whelming. We've spent time reminiscing, crying, and being really angry. I'm not sure which, if any, has actually made us feel better. My heart is heavy, as I know everyone who has ever met Richard's heart is right now. With that in mind, I choose to share with you not a plethora of details about his illness, but rather a few snapshots of some of my greatest memories involving him over the past five-and-a-half years.
I never got to meet either of my grandfathers. It has been a blessing in my life to have had Richard be the grandfather that I've had the opportunity to have as an adult. He was truly a light on this earth like none other, and he will be deeply missed.
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