My granddaddy recently died. It didn’t take us by surprise. He was 92 and had a fantastically full life. And we were able to go say our last goodbyes weeks before. The last few years he was very quiet, which was not who he was. So it seemed that we had lost him long before he left this earth.
I had the opportunity to speak at the funeral – of course my brother and I both had mixed feelings about this. What do you say about a man who lived and loved so much? The answer is, exactly that. [Read more…]