Grandpa at his 90th birthday last September. He was surrounded by family and so happy.

Grandpa died this week, peacefully, with family by his side. He was at the hospital for an eye exam and he fell last week and hit his head. They zipped him over the ER where they were able to run some tests and monitor him. The bleeding continued and his very brave children made the very hard decisions to honor his wishes and allow him to die peacefully. They admitted him to the hospital where comfort measures were provided, and for one long weekend we took shifts at the hospital, holding his hand and remembering him fondly. Monday morning, February 22nd, he took his final breath.

It has been a whirlwind since then. Family arriving, many tears shed, logistics to sort out, a house full of memories to sort though, divide up, and decide how to handle. But through it all was the peaceful knowing that Grandpa was comfortable now, and back home with Grandma, whom he loved so dearly.

Grandma and Grandpa with me and Rosy. Christmas, 1981

Grandpa at work, many, many years ago.

I love this picture. Grandpa with Nana, Grandma, and me. Easter, 1981.

A card from Grandpa’s funeral service.

He was a strong man, a loyal husband, caring father, fun grandpa, and a silly Popcube. He was smart and kind. He lived a strong life. He was loved and will be missed.

Grandpa with a puzzle Eve had made for him for his 90th birthday. She drew him wearing his Scrabble sweatshirt, holding a model airplane. Grandpa loved it!