I fell out with my grandfather and never made up with him before he died, which I bitterly regret.
I miss him dearly.
Sometimes when I go into my Nan's house- I can almost smell him and feel him. I know I'm close to him when I'm around stuff I can associate him with such as; his home, his belongings, his land, his grave site, stuff he used to love.
Without thinking, I watched a black and white film the other day that used to belong to him- it was one of his favourites. When I remembered, I cried. I felt him near me then.