Goodbye and Godspeed

Things are always busy in our world, but this season was especially so.  We experienced baseball and tournaments, our first rodeo and most importantly, a deep loss.
After enjoying his life and this beautiful world for 90 full years, my Grandfather slipped quietly to his place in heaven on June 6th.  It was a quiet passing in the night, where he was watched and held by earthly angels as well as those that came to shepard him home.
He was a WWII veteran, a member of the elite Navy Sea Bees.  He was a dedicated father, a loving grandfather and a hands on great grandfather.
He and my Grandmother came to the High Plains when we did.  My Grandmother had a terminal disease and Grandpa needed help.  My mother became a caretaker, again.  Grandpa arrived from Florida in fine white Bermuda shorts and lightweight shirts.  He quickly went native and wore blue jeans and a bola tie.
He was an active member of Kiwanis and delivered Meals on Wheels well into the point he should have been receiving them.
An active member of the church, he was part of the Men's Prayer Group and avid participant in church activities.

My Grandfather passes and leaves a hole in our lives.  It is a temporary hole, as one day, we will join him in heaven, whole, healthy and full of love.