The unexpected expected
I had other posts planned for this space that I hadn't gotten around to writing yet, but life got turned upside down this past weekend.
My Grampie (ok, I shared him with a few other people) died on Saturday.
It wasn't completely unexpected -- he wasn't a spring chicken (at 91!) and suffered from dementia -- but it hit me harder than I thought it would.
Grampie had been in a nursing facility for almost three years when he moved in with my parents around Thanksgiving.
And for almost three months, he got to be home.
Then early in the morning on Saturday, with some of his family gathered around him, he took his last breath.
It's been a sad few days, but we've also spent some good time together as a family, laughing, crying, and reminiscing over some of our favorite Grampie memories.
I've written before on the blog about how I wanted to remember this giant of a man.
Today mostly I wanted to say how lucky I am to have been loved by a grandfather who took such delight in his grandchildren.