This morning before I was even awake my last remaining grandparent. He was 96, had suffered a bad stroke years ago, developed alzheimers, and as he forgot what he ate, his diabetes slipped out of control.
But before his stroke, he was a dancer. He played the piano very well. He loved his wife, lost her to cancer. He married again years later and lived that wife too, as did we. He lost her as well. He was a faithful husband, a good father, and smart enough to let his wife handle the finances. He was terrible with money. :)
He flew in the Air Force. He was in WW2. He never wanted to talk about it. We accepted that.
He pushed for the church elevator back in to 80s, so we've had an elevator and a fully handicap accessible church since the 80s.
We saw his death coming since last week, so this was not a surprise, but still.....
I miss him.
