Well, last night my grandfather (a.k.a. Grampy) died as a result of respiratory problems and low blood pressure. Basically, his body was just ready to call it quits after over 90 years. This was somewhat unexpected. We all saw him at Christmas, thankfully, and he was quite healthy and vibrant, but he has known for the past couple of years that he wasn’t going to be around for much longer. He went to the hospital last Thursday because of fluid in his lungs. He seemed to have recovered, but last night he took a turn for the worse. There is a chance that he would have recovered, but this past year he made the resolution that he didn’t want extensive measures to be taken if something were to happen. In other words, he was ready to go after almost a century of life. The sadness does not run deep, though. He was a Christian man, who had lived a long, healthy, and full life. He’ll leave behind Grammie, his wife of over 60 years and his two daughters, my mom and her sister, Ellen. We’ll all miss him at the family get-togethers of course, but his memory will remain and his life will be remembered.
I know this is a sad note to begin this new year with, but I just felt it was important to pay tribute in every respect possible. This should remind us all that our days are numbered and we should waste no time in pursuing that which God has called us to do in our life. So long Grampy, and I’ll see you on the other side.