It's like a second home after a while, I suppose.
I get like that days when i think of my Pop-pop. He was like my dad, just the other day my mom said something like how he would have been really proud of me and i started tearing up. Funny how even 13 years later that happens. Its shocking just how much i forgot. What's important are the memories that stay with you i think. Like I'll never forget me sneaking downstairs every morning (my Pop-pop work up at 4am every day because he used to work for the post office and had to be in super early) and i would try to scare him every morning as he had his coffee. Thinking back now its so obvious he had to have heard me coming but still acted surprised every single morning.
A few years ago i actually started keeping a little book of all the memorized i had of him. So I'd never forget.
Evening team. I'm at a writing retreat with my two super cool crit partners in Ireland. Writings must be written!