My Grandpa Marty passed away the other day. He was 90 years old and so had lived a long life. With him, though, goes most of my mother’s side of the family.
But instead of dwelling on the sadness, I’d rather celebrate the good. My grandpa didn’t like a lot of things, but he did love his family. Other favorites included chocolate donuts, music, hotdogs, and watching sports. He also, no surprise, had a fondness for books. That’s probably at least partially where my mom got it from. While I’m sure we didn’t have the same taste in genres (my grandpa was very picky… about everything), we did both like a good book. And, in fact, my grandpa was waiting to read one book in particular… mine! Back in November, he told me he wanted to live long enough to see me write a book. Unfortunately I couldn’t provide that for him, but maybe one day.
Grandpa, you will be missed.