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Call it the den, the family room, whatever…

View from my Grandpa’s Door

The yard is misty and the house seems quiet this morning. Yesterday, my Grandpa died as he wanted to: in his bed, in his home. I’m not ready to ponder an afterlife or a life well lived– there will be other times for that. I’m not a saint or a hero– though what we did here was incredibly hard. But what I know is this: we watched the life slip away from his body for months and weeks. And when he finally took his last breath, I wanted to clap for him.