
Eight years ago, almost to the day, I lost my grandfather to cancer. He has and always will have a spot in my heart. He taught me to work hard and serve others, that when it might be incovenient or even a pain for us that it's important to love because somewhere along it all you'll find amazing people from places you never would've discovered otherwise.
He also taught me the meaning of a name. Hardman. I was taught from a very young age how important it was to do things that would not only not embarrass myself but my family because it affects everyone related to me.
Just to tell you how important it was..the first time I got that talk was when I lied in primary and told them it was my birthday just so that I could get a brownie. I was a hungry little girl and who doesn't love warm, gooey brownies?? But it just so happens that my dad was walking past when they were singing happy birthday to his daughter in november (my birthday is in april) haha.
I miss my grandpa dearly and still get choked up. He's my hero and I can't wait to see him again, I know he's watching over me.
I love you Grandpa!
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