Two days ago I received a call, my grandfather passed away. His stage three cancer was terminal, and he lost the battle. We weren’t really close, but I know he was a good man. A man who worked his whole life, hard and took care of his family. I know my uncle and aunt (his kids) are devastated right now. I haven’t called yet, I know I should.. but I can’t seem to find the words. I’ll find some today.
Last time I saw him, about a month ago. I was bonding with Mari, his wife who was telling about these pictures he took at work. They were gorgeous. I was kinda surprised he had such a good eye, I wanted to frame them, and asked her to send them to me. When he got home I joked around that I probably got some of my creative vision from him. He chuckled and said it was nothing. But it was something.. look at that rainbow, look at that sky… now that is something.
May you live peacefully in the cotton colored clouds, you will be missed.
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