I went home from work yesterday, trying to wrap my head around the fact that my Grandpa had left us. I am so fortunate to have had such a fantastic Grandpa, and that he lived to be 94. We will miss his love, guidance and sense of humor.
Pippi was in the field when I came to feed her last night. I walked out, and stopped a few feet away as she grazed. She gazed at me, lifted her head, and looked at me for a long time.
"What is it?"
"Farfar doede i dag."
I tend to speak Norwegian when we are alone. She sighed deeply, walked slowly over to me, lifted her head over my should, and pulled me close.
It's going to be okay.................