The darkest nights produce the brightest stars

by MissAliBlahBlah



Yesterday my Granddad died.

He was like the smiling version of Carl.

I feel not only blessed to have known such a man but to have had the honor of calling him family.

I like to see it as the sun just got another sunbeam.

Cherish the things that you have.

Life is short – live it fully, wisely and kindly.