My grandpa died Saturday night after a long battle with diabetes. You might remember me writing about visiting him in March.
He was such an awesome grandpa. Even though he had over thirty grand kids, he always made you feel like you were his favorite. When I was in the hospital as a kid getting my tonsils out, he visited me every single day. He would come to all my school concerts and plays, and even once sat front and center for four consecutive performances of a variety show I performed in because I had a solo. I could go on and on with wonderful Grandpa memories.
If you read this blog regularly, you'll know how close my family is. We're this way because of our mother, and she's that way because of my grandpa. My sister actually named Jack after him... Jack Arthur... because he was such a strong man.
My sister and I are going home Wednesday for his wake and funeral. Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers.