On Thursday, December 8,
little did we know this would be
the last picture of me and Great Grandpa Carl.
I've been visiting him every few days
for the last few months
since he got sick and
was moved to the hospital,
then the rehab facility,
and back and forth and back and forth.
I think I get as big a kick out of our visits
as Grandpa Carl does.
Maybe it's all the suckers
I get to eat when we visit.
Or maybe it's just Grandpa Carl.
This visit was unusual in that
Grandpa Carl was really out of it.
But when we got ready to say goodbye,
Grandma and Papa told me to tell him we were leaving.
Grandpa Carl picked me up
and I gave him the biggest hug around his neck and patted him
on the back.
That evening Grandpa went back
to Research Hospital and declined from there.
We lost him on
Friday, December 16.
We love you and miss you already, Grandpa Carl!
We'll think of you when we hear
a train whistle blow
or the roar of a B-17 overhead.