Well, some of you already know but on June 27th my Granddaddy passed away. After 78 years of living, he went home to the big blackroom in the sky ( he was a photographer). I can hear him now telling the angels how to do their jobs or sitting with his mom and dad talking about the good ole days. I know he misses us, we miss him, but he can not possibly miss this world.
Out of desperation to see him before he died, I left work at 1pm on Wednesday (on Tuesday he had had a heart attack) and rushed to our house. Sara and I packed in a record 30 minutes and left town. It was 95+ degrees, no air in the car, and muggy. About 330 I recieved a call from dad that Granddaddy had died. So we decided to stop for a minute to catch our breaths and off we went again. We arrived in Memphis around 830. What usually is a 5 hour drive was longer because we were sufficating and had to stop every hour or so. Mammaw handled it well. They were married 58 years! What a blessing it was for her to have enjoyed him for that long. I know that they didn't have a picture perfect marriage but Granddaddy loved her and she loved him. I learned a lot this week. So much that I just don't have room to place it here or at least I know that no one would really read it. But I do know one thing, Granddaddy is in that home far away and we will see him again.
2 comments:
No matter the circumstance, it was good to see y'all this past week. Your grandfather certainly lived a full life, and he left a lot of photos behind for everyone to remember and enjoy.
I hope that in another, oh, 57 1/2 years we're sitting around talking about how great it is to be married to Val and Sara!
That's a beautiful post.
We enjoyed visiting with you and Sara too. It was nice to see most of the family together again. Next weekend will be bittersweet since everyone will be there. Jeff and I are very fortunate to come from large, but close families.
See you next weekend
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