I always strive to keep it as authentic as humanly possible around here and will be the first to admit that this week was kind of the pits. Unfortunately, we lost my sweet grandpa last Saturday, and the grief has slowly been trickling in all week long. At 96 years of age, his death – though the next natural phase – was still pretty sudden and I think we’re all feeling it pretty fiercely. In the end, we all know that he lived a long and beautiful life, and I like to think my grandma and him are now back together which brings me solace. But you guys, he had the most incredible spirit, so to wrap my mind around the fact that he’s no longer here is pretty crushing. Up until recently, we would have to shoo him off of the roof at the cottage or he’d be up there shovelling snow or cleaning the gutters. He played a mean harmonica (complete with pretty epic dance moves). And was voted the oldest man in his curling club (which fills me with pride). He was small but mighty, and I wish each and every one of you had a chance to meet him because he had the most wonderful soul. I’ve taken it a little slow this week to help mend my heart and allow myself to feel all the feels. Here’s a little peek at what I’ve been up to.
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