Reality

So much can change in less than a year. Eleven months ago I was headed out to Arizona to visit my grandfather, who in excitement of my arrival had stocked the house with all my favorite foods and baking supplies (I bake the entire time I'm with him). Yesterday I landed in Colorado to mourn his passing. 
...And while this post is scheduled to go live on Sunday, today is actually Friday. I don't want to get on that plane, because it will mean that I will actually be facing the reality that he is gone. I still feel like he is living. I can still see him sitting in his chair by the window, looking for the yellow monarch butterfly that flies by every morning it's way to "work". I feel as though I can call him. Only, this time he doesn't answer. 
I made this video last year about traveling home for the holidays to visit him. How much more meaningful the quote at the end of the video is to me now.