RIP to my grandfather
Lost my grandfather this past weekend. Funeral was today. We put his ashes in the ground on Saturday. 88 years young, I'd be lying if I didn't say I thought we were going to have him around till he was 100, but it was not meant to be. The man sat down in his chair Saturday morning after telling my mother he was tired, and that was it, off he went into the afterlife. We should all be allowed such peaceful passings when our time comes. RIP, "Papoo".