My Grampa died 10 years ago this month. And I still miss him so much. But I see a lot of him in myself, and that's somehow comforting. It doesn't make me miss him any less, but I think it's comforting because in a way it means that I can never completely lose him. He's not only in my memories and in my heart, but in me.

RIP Frank Arnott O. I love you, I miss you, forever in my heart.