Last week my grandpa passed away. He had lived a long, full life of 86 years and I believe he was ready for his journey on Earth to end. It was a sad time for our family to lose its respected patriarch, and I felt both guilty and sad that I hadn't spent more time with him in recent years.
Through the sadness, I was able to come away with a sense of how lucky I really am in my life with my family. At 32 years old, he is the first grandparent I have lost. The other 3 are still alive and well for my own children to know. I know everyone is not so blessed to have so much family around them for so long, and I thank God that He has bestowed this blessing upon me and my family.