We're ending this week on a sad note. Bob's last living grandparent, Grandpa George, passed away this week. He's been having heart trouble since this past summer, and has gone downhill ever since. For the last week, he's been on a steady decline, so we were pretty prepared to get the phone call. Bob took off work this weekend and went up to Maine, mainly to be there for his Dad. There isn't a funeral right now, but there will be a memorial service in May.
Selfishly, Bob and I both wanted Grandpa to be there long enough to meet Baby G. However, I know Grandpa was ready to go. He's had a long road the last few months, and it's a relief to know he's no longer in any pain.
I didn't get to spend a ton of time with Grandpa, but I the time I had was awesome. We hung out and really got to know each other over Thanksgiving, sharing our questionable thoughts about the microwaved turkey we were served. Yes, it's Bob's aunt's tradition to microwave an entire, whole turkey in a 1984 model microwave. No, it's not as good as our fried turkey...
Last year, Grandpa and I both went to Bob's cousin's high school graduation party. Being 32 and 80, we were the singled out generations. Everyone else was either 18-20 or 40-50's. So gpa and I hung out the entire night, commiserating over catered Moes, which was quite an improvement over the microwaved turkey we'd had at Thanksgiving.
While he was known to be slightly grouchy and hard to deal with, I loved him and his personality. After a bumpy first meeting, during which he told Bob (in front of me) that he thought I'd be taller and blonde, we definitely recovered and shared some good times.
He will definitely be missed, but Baby G will know all about his Grandpa George, along with all the other special people Bob and I hold dear.
