There are, again, few words in me tonight.
The universe has been playing silly buggers with [too many] people I care about this week, and a culmination of this is my grandpa in hospital, undergoing surgery.
My grandpa, as I’ve mentioned many times before, is one of the most amazing, kind-hearted, generous, and loveable people I know. He also grows roses so incredibly fragrant that, when you breathe in their scent whilst gently touching their powder-silk-soft petals, you’re certain to start believing that there is only good in this world.
Dear Grandpa Sydney,
I love you.
And I can’t wait to see you again soon.