This post is going to have nothing to do with running, but I know some people might be interested to know.
My grandpa died last Friday (March 18th). He's been sick for a long time and fell really sick last week. He went to be with the Lord around 8:00am while Grandma was washing his feet. How beautiful and poetic and Biblical. My brother-in-law, Rob, is a paramedic and was the one who pronounced him. The police chaplain offered a prayer for the family (I missed this) and we all consoled Grandma as the funeral home took my grandpa's body.
The last few days have been filled with family and friends as we had showings on Monday and the funeral was yesterday.
Grandma has been taking all this pretty hard and she should. My grandparents were married 64 years. I can't imagine losing my best friend after 64 years. My mom seems to be okay but I've noticed her crying a lot. Surprisingly I've seen my dad really ripped up by this. I don't know if it's because Grandpa was like a father to him (Dad's dad lives in Kentucky and we don't see him very often) or if it's because it brings back memories of when his mother died. Myself, I'm doing okay. I'm sad because I have really great memories of my grandpa and I'm really going to miss him. But at the same time, I'm comforted knowing he's not going to be sick anymore and knowing that he passed while Grandma was taking care of him...the way it was meant to be.