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Goodbye, Grandpa

Today is grandpa's funeral.  I remain in Georgia, while my family gathers in Indiana.  Life happens this way sometimes.  I am thankful to have had an opportunity to see Grandpa a few weeks ago before the snow fell and radiation began.  I knew it was probably the last time I would see and talk with him.  When you live away, you do what you can, when you can.  It is still hard, even after 13 years, to live 8 hours and 500 miles away.  Going home will never be the same and it breaks my heart to think about it.  My home away from home, Grandma and Grandpa's house...will be empty of the ones I love so much.  Just the thought of this breaks my heart...
So, today, while I am at the clinic receiving radiation, my family will be laying Grandpa's body to rest.  My heart and mind will be with them in those moments.  
Grandpa will forever be in my heart and memory.  He is now with Jesus.  In Heaven, where Grandma became a resident just a year ago.  A sweet reunion, I am sure.
Love you, Grandpa!  

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