My Grandpa passed away in March. We were going out there to see him over spring break. We thought that we were going to have at least another Christmas with him. I am grateful for the brief moments that we got with him and even more grateful that he is no longer in pain. I know that we will see him again someday. My Uncle Spike had dreamt the night before that Gramps was in Heaven smiling and waiving at everyone with his hand that was finally whole. (his right hand only had 3 fingers) I imagine him smiling and waiving and shaking peoples hands. When I was younger he used to shake my boyfriends hands without warning and watch their reactions. That is how he would "weed" them out. If they flinched or pulled away he didn't care for them. :) He also told me he lost his finger because a booger bit it off. Don't pick your nose. It was very scary. He would also thump you on your head with the nubby part of one of his fingers. You NEVER wanted that to happen. EVER.
Right before he passed away Darby sang to him. She sang White Cliffs of Dover. Granny C asked her to sing it at the funeral. That was a big responsibility for an 11 year old to take on but she wanted to do it! I was more worried that she was. The toughest part about it was that she was REALLY sick. She had a horrible cold and sore throat. I kept telling her that she didn't have to do this or that we could find someone to sing with her, but she really wanted to do this for Grandma and Grandpa. She did it and it was beautiful. I was really proud of her! 1/2 way through the funeral Max told me that he felt like he needed to say something. (? Max sometimes gets these promptings) I told him we couldn't interrupt the funeral but he could maybe say something at the luncheon. Grandma let him say a few words at the graveside and it was a really sweet moment. He talked about what a good man grandpa was and that he loved him. I love that he is so brave and that he follows his promptings.
He served in the military. I love this picture! SO handsome!