An extraordinary man passed away today.
My great grandfather was 97 years old.
After 75 years of marriage to my spunky grandmother, he survived another two years after my grandmother left us. Honestly, I didn’t expect him to wait so long before he went to join her… but he was a stubborn old man and was excited to see what more this life had to offer.
It offered him a lot! Six grand kids, eleven great grandkids, and four or five great great grandkids…
We would all get together as a family for every holiday. It’s too bad I didn’t see my family yesterday for Mother’s Day. That would’ve been my last opportunity to see him…
Life is funny, though… And death is just as much a part of life as birth.
I have to have faith… that I can handle all of this. I suppose I don’t have any choice not to. One foot in front of the other, an hour or a day at a time.
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