I've been in a bit of a haze the last three weeks. My Grandpa left us to be with Jesus on April 9th. I have not been allowing myself enough moments to process and grieve, and as a result, the fog thickens. I am hoping that allowing myself to crawl back into my memories for a little while will help to dispel some of the fog. I've had multiple best friends through the years... my childhood best friend, my cousin best friend, my adult best friend, my soulmate best friend. But the one person that was my best friend through all of the years of best friends - was my Grandpa. As a little girl, I remember taking Grandpas big hand, and leading him along, jabbering about my toy horses and telling him all about my cats and fussing about my brothers. He mostly listened. He had the most gentle. husky voice and his laugh is forever burned into my memory. He had a little raspy chuckle he would do in response to my chattering, and that chuckle always told me that he was listenin...