Is this all I’m ever going to post anymore? On this, the world’s only blog? My grandpa died this morning, so that’s the entire day in a nut. He was 97. Yet, you still think and consider what those last moments were like - being found by his nurses. The end was near, and what were his thoughts?
Hopefully his thoughts were of the full life he lived, and of those he left behind better off than before. Whatever I am, he has played a big part in that. Someday soon I should write about the different ways he shaped me - through observation, not instruction. His concern and kindness. His eternal curiosity and interest. More to come on that. Maybe a topic for the rest of this week.