Wednesday evening Nicole called and told me that her grandpa was getting very close to passing away, and it did happen yesterday morning. He was 91 years old, almost 92. He had lived a good life, was respected and liked by everyone who knew him. He was the sweetest, happiest old guy. I didn’t meet him til just after Addie was born, which was 8 years ago but at that time, he was driving, they still lived in their own home and he and Nicole’s grandma would stop by often to visit with Baby Addie. It’s pretty sad how quickly they went downhill in 8 years. He stopped driving, then went into a nursing home. Nicole’s grandma passed away in January of this year. Even before she passed away, the grandpa was starting to have some memory issues. Sometimes I would take Addie by to see them and it was obvious the grandpa wasn’t sure who we were. It wasn’t a big surprise since he hadn’t know me that long but he wouldn’t remember Addie either. It was so sad. But, now he has passed away and I believe grandma and grandpa are together again and everything is perfect!
But, last night Chad called to make sure I knew about grandpa. I told him Nicole had called me and told me. I told Chad that a friend I had gone to school with had passed away Wednesday. It was a guy I started first grade with, and went all the way through high school with. His mom taught with my mom so if the teachers had a meeting after school, there were several of us teachers’ kids who would play games or go outside and play tetherball . . the good old days when it was safe for kids to be outside by themselves.
Anyway, I told Chad and he said “Mom . . face it. You’re getting to that age where a lot of your friends are going to be dying.” What? I’m 66. We should have lots of years left but I guess at Chad’s age, 66 is pretty ancient and it appears to him that we all have one foot in the grave.