|Me, my children and my Grandpa - Late Aug 2011|
He had two children. One was my father. I know that burying him in 2010 broke his heart. My aunt was with him when he passed. She told my sister that last night he told her "they" were calling his name. But he couldn't tell her who "they" were. And he said that his name was written up there. I'd like to think it was my grandmother (his wife of nearly 65 years) and his other friends and family that have gone before him calling for him. And that it was St. Peter writing his name in his book that he saw. He had been deteriorating pretty quickly since a couple of falls this last spring had him move to a higher level of care. He went peacefully, but I will still miss him greatly.
He didn't want a service and he will be cremated with his remains placed in the cemetery with my grandmother's at a later date. I feel a little lost as I feel like I should be "doing" something. But there really isn't anything to do other than be grateful that he is at peace. He had a very blessed life. He lived through and saw a lot of incredible things. From dating my grandmother on horseback, to scraping by during the depression on my grandmother's teaching salary, to building airplanes during WWII, to raising two kids while selling washing machines and later TVs, to being a business owner (first filling station to offer a free car wash with fillup in Wichita, KS), to traveling the world with my grandmother (he once told me his favorite trip was to China), to enjoying the local dinner theatre in his more recent home of Raymore, MO - it was quite a 98 years on this planet and I am so blessed to have had him be my grandfather.