How sweet the sound

My grandpa passed away last week. I feel like I have been in a daze that is now just starting to disappear. We drove to Iowa on Wednesday, back last night. I think it's sinking in now. Little occurrences that took place keep running in my mind. How they took his glasses off before closing the casket. How my great uncle told Steven that my grandpa was his hero. How my grandpa's sweet girlfriend bent over the coffin as far as she could to give him one last kiss. How my mom whispered 'goodbye dad' when looking at him for the last time. How the trees on the drive home only had leaves at the very end of their branches.

My grandpa loved feeding the geese near his home. We found two containers full of dried corn so the whole family got together and fed the geese for him. I loved those few moments, feeling full of goodness rather than sadness.