Last Tuesday evening my mother and I raced down to Virginia because we got notice that my Granddaddy was very ill. We arrived on Wednesday afternoon, just in time. He knew we were there. By Thursday he was much worse, and didn’t wake up after noon. He passed away late Thursday night.
It’s been a long week. A. brought the boys down on Easter, the funeral was yesterday, and we drove back today. The boys did very well for being trapped in the mini-van for 1400 miles in just three days.
I will miss him.