As some know, i lost someone who i was very close to this week. I've never had the misfortune of losing somebody close before. The funeral was hard to go to. The eulogy was hard to sit through. But i've never felt so much love and devotion in one room ever before. This person has touched so many people's lives in his own life. Mine included. He accepted me as his own, even though we werent related in the slightest bit. He filled a part in my life that mother's father was never there to do. He was my grandfather. Maybe not biologically. But that was the relationship we shared.

Seeing my sister stuggle towards the end was almost as heartbreaking as seeing him struggle. He was her best friend. As her biological grandfather, he was there for her. It was hard for me to watch my eight year old sister go through something that people my age have yet to approach. But so far, she has handled it better than most adults would. To make a bright point out of a dark situation, I think that shes grown much stronger through this.

I'll never forget. She'll never forget. And we'll never forget.
R.I.P. Roy J. Sandlin
1921-2009