This isn’t exactly what I was planning on writing about this morning, but sometimes things don’t work out according to plan, right. Last night my sweet grandpa passed away peacefully with all of his children around him. He has been sick for a little while, and he was ready to go and meet his sweetheart in heaven.
[ Me and Heidi and my grandpa, summer of 1985 ]
It is bittersweet. Bitter because I”ll miss him. Because I had plans to visit him today. Because I didn’t go on Saturday. Sweet because I would much rather him spend today walking along with his dear sweetheart in heaven than laying in bed here. Sweet because I’m sure I’ll see him again. And I’ll bet the time between now and then only feels long to me.
[Me, my dad and my grandpa two years ago, June 2010. ]
He is the last of my grandparents to die. It’s the end of a generation. But from those four grandparents there are three and four generatins here. And the fifth generation isn’t too far behind. Life moves on, an ending here is just a beginning somewhere else.