It was not unexpected.. Grandpa was a champion when it came to longevity but 92 is long enough for anyone to stick around and he passed quietly in his sleep. He lived a long full life and danced through decades of change. When I stop to consider the world he was born into and the changes that have swept through his life, the wars fought and seen, the rise of technology, medicine, not to mention his own personal challenges such as childhood play forsaken early on to support his family during the Depression to the loss of his wife (Feisty Grandma Bea, You too are missed.) and his Son (Love you Dad!) .. and well.. everything.. it is pretty incredible. He lived long enough for 20 some odd great-grandchildren to grace his knee and managed to get two books of poetry published. He was a champion of the grill and the hunt. I can think of very few times where I ever caught sight of a frown. He lived positively, joyfully, with dedication, persistence and perspiration. While he may not have taught me how to sing he helped teach me to always listen for and play to the upbeat that pulses through this mortal existence. And so while a few silent tears may trace their way down my cheeks, a smile graces my heart and always will when I think of Grandpa. Peace be with you too Gramps!
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