I have been trying to write this blog post since May. The right words never came. It’s been one year since we lost him. The pain has never gone away.
On Friday, May 14, 2021, my grandfather was laid to rest at his final resting place in Hackett Cemetery in Price County, Wisconsin. He was laid to rest next to the love of his life, my grandmother. Life won’t ever be the same without him, or her. But they’re at peace. Together once again.
They brought me my love of travel. They brought me, and my sister, to many amazing places. Local to where they lived or far away for adventures. They’re travel was limitless. One of the summers of the early 2000’s, we were on the west coast one month and the east coast the next.
My favorite trips and the ones I will remember the most were the ones we took to Sault Ste. Marie in the upper peninsula of Michigan. We’d stay in my grandparents tent camper, right along the water. Our favorite things to do were to watch the ships go through on their way to the locks. We’d have our binoculars in hand and search for the names. Names we always wrote down.
To this day, I always have to write down names of ships that I see. I mainly see the ships in either Duluth or Two Harbors. I haven’t been to Sault Ste. Marie since I was a kid. One day I’ll get back there. With my own tent camper and stay right along the water. And write down those ship names.
When they still lived in Prentice, we’d visit for a week or two at a time. Every time we stayed, we’d always visit Timm’s Hill outside of Ogema. It’s a county park that has a tall observation tower that overlooks Wisconsin for miles. It will always be one of my favorite places in the world.
My mom and I had the opportunity to visit the cemetery on October 16 this year. About eleven days before the one year anniversary of this death. On the way back home, we stopped at Timm’s Hill and climbed to the top of the observation tower. It’s still as amazing as I remember. You could still see Wisconsin for miles.
The last time I had been there was before they moved to Michigan in the early 2000’s. It may have been windy on the 16th, but the sky was blue with big fluffy clouds. The leaves may have peaked already, but it was still beautiful in its own right.
I still miss him everyday. The days didn’t get easier as the anniversary of death got closer. But I know he’s watching over me. Watching every step I make and encouraging me to be a better person each and everyday. I still live with regret that I didn’t see him more often in the midst of this crazy life. But I’m seeing signs that tell me that it’s okay I didn’t. It hurts, but I know that he is in a better place. I know that one day, I will see him again. When that is, I don’t know. But I will live everyday making him proud of the person I’ve become. Make them both proud.