Another one of those awful calls.

I just got the news that my Grandfather who was about to turn 92 went to be with the Lord. He was one of those people that you thought would live forever because they were in such great health. Unfortunately, after a car accident over the weekend, he had some spinal injuries which led to his death. My Grandmother is also in hospice because of a stroke, and she is not expected to live much longer. Our family anticipates a joint funeral for them; would have wanted this.

Their love for each other was unmistakable. My grandfather took such amazing care for my grandmother for so many years. Even after a long, healthy, full life, death is hard to witness.

This is a picture of Grandpa and Grandma with Deacon at his 90th birthday party in May of 2006.

Grandpa, Here are some of my favorite memories of you:

-I loved it when you chattered your dentures. I didn't know they were dentures, and I tried to do it with my teeth, but I couldn't ever get it right.

-You could fix anything. Your house is filled with so many things you've fixed over the years. I loved to count the clocks that you've bought from garage sales (broken) and fixed. It was especially fun at 12:00 noon.

-I thought it was the coolest thing in the world that you had a drinking fountain in your house.

-I really enjoyed the metal puzzles that you would make. I would spend hours at your house trying to get them apart and back together again.

A couple of months ago, my grandfather mailed me one of his clocks. Nanny (what I call my grandma) wanted him to send a clock to each of his grandchildren. My clock is a simple desk clock. It is set to western time because they live in Arizona. I still haven't fixed the time on it and I don't really want to. Every time I look at that clock, I think of my grandparents and it makes me smile.

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