Grandpa Carter.

Last week I lost my Grandpa Carter.   When I say that, people usually respond with "I'm so sorry" and I usually respond with "Oh, it's okay."    But really, this time, it actually is okay.   It's more than okay, it's really great news.  My grandpa lived a long and healthy life.  He passed away in his home at 96 years old after a week or two of not feeling well.   He didn't suffer, he didn't struggle, and he got to pass where he felt comfortable. 

 

Maybe it's from working in the healthcare field, or maybe it's because I'm weird, but I don't think death is a sad event.   Especially in the elderly.   I think it's great news that my Grandpa can now be with my Grandma and they can do heavenly things like fly and eat unlimited amounts of hamburgers.  

 

Ohhhh, that's not what your heaven is like? Is that just me? 

Welp, okay.  

 

Yes, I'll miss him.  I'll miss his words of advice and his monthly newsletter.  I'll miss his walks around the pond and his life lessons about anything and everything.  I'll miss his "Ohhh, my land!" and his stories about his grandchildren.    But, I'm happy for him.  I'm happy he's now with his eternal companion and I'm happy that he's comfortably eating hamburgers. ...or whatever heaven is like.

 

'Til we meet again, Grandpa.

xoxo