Tomorrow would have been my grandfather’s 99th birthday. I’m skipping around in my journey a bit tonight and going to this part of it. On August 18th my grandpa Carl passed away of… old age… truly… he was healthy for 98 and up until days before he passed his memory was sharp, his humor dry and his love for my grandma unending. I’ve thought so much about his death since then and I truly believe that he made some choice with it all. The ultimate unknown and a true fear- but I’m trying to pay attention to the signs that he might still be in the energy that surrounds us somehow. We all love you and miss you so much grandpa.
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