An old friend comes back in new clothing...
The death of any loved one is never easy. No matter how clearly you
might have seen it coming, no matter how they might have suffered, you
really are never prepared when it actually happens. The death of my
grandfather this past Friday night was no different. His health had been
declining the last few years. It was clear to me that his inability to
take care of himself took a heavy toll on his spirits, and his many
ailments left him weaker and in more pain than any of us could probably
have imagined. Still, none of that makes it any easier to take his
death. While I know it means he is no longer suffering or unhappy, it
still hurts to lose him. He has always been something of a personal hero
to me. Without him, I'm not sure I'd be where I am today. For now, all I
can say is that I've lost a personal hero, and the world has lost a
great man. I'll always miss him. If you want to hear more about why,
read on...
It took a while, but it was well worth it...