layzegrace

My Grandpa died today. It was sad. Not because he is gone. The man was 92 years old. He lived an amazing life and was a marvelous person. It was sad to see him deteriorate. He was healthy until 90. Then out of nowhere, he just went downhill until he could barely sit up anymore. I love him and will miss him, and can only hope to live a life as good as his. I hope we can all live that long. But if I ever have to be bedridden like that, take me out to pasture and treat me like Old Yeller. RIP John Sherwood, you are loved and will be missed.