My Grampa

Sunday morning, August 14th..my 96 year old Grampa fell asleep in a chair, and didn't wake up. I got the call while I was on my way to church.

We knew it was coming..but it's still hard to grasp. He grew to be a very old man..and had a long life. Oh, to think of the things he has seen..
Grandma passed away when I was only 16.
....and Mom, three years ago.

I am so thankful I got to see him one last time on our trip back in May. I've said 'good-bye' to my Grampa on more than one occasion..with the thought I'd never see him again. I knew this last time though...that was it. The children and my Aunt were outside looking at pretty rocks..and I went back inside for something. I peeked in Grampa's room while he was sleeping and watched him for a few minutes. I choked back tears...and gave him one last kiss, and then walked out the door.

This Friday is the funeral..and we can't be there, of course. So, in honor of Grampa Kiser, we'll be drinkng Pepsi and eating Twinkies. Somethings he used to enjoy on a regular basis. I'll tell the kids stories I can remember from childhood.