See ya later

94 years old is an okay time to go. It really is. But it's never a good time to be the one saying goodbye, because the finality, the farewell, it's never something we are built to be ready for. At least that's my take on it. I'm okay with Grandpa dying, but I'm not really okay with not seeing him again. And I know my mom didn't want to say goodbye to her dad. But today I woke at 5.30am, got up and looked at my phone because I knew the time was close, and as I was standing there half awake, holding the phone, it started ringing. I knew it was my parents calling, and then the news was real in my world. 

See ya later Grandpa. I will forever count steps and think of you. And Andrew and I will "forever" count our marriage months because of you. Just for the record, I usually win that one. We're on 174 months, which is nothing on you and Grandma at 878 months. Seriously, every month?!! Hats off to you for that, and for a life of faith, love, hard work, dedication and fun. 

Your legacy will live through many generations.

See ya later.