My grandpa passed away last week. I went to the funeral and spent time with family. That’s the best, really the only thing we can do. Be there, share, remember, think, comfort eachother. We’ve only got so much time here. I only hope to have a life as full as his.
I had been racking my brain trying to remember a joke he told me in September. He had been in the nursing home since June, but for some reason he thought to tell this joke he hadn’t told in years according to my Grandma.
Did you hear about the constipated jitterbug?
He couldn’t jit.
We miss you Grandpa.