This is a man who had his first heart attack at the age of 41 (so 49 years ago). He has had multiple heart bypass surgeries, coded several times in the hospital, and defied strict dietary orders by eating his nightly bowl of ice cream before bed. With chocolate sauce.
He has a wonderful belly laugh, ornery smile, and hugs you like he hasn't seen you in ages. He loves raising chickens of various types and his dogs which are great pyrenees. He and Grandma still spend late nights at the local casino (playing blackjack, but mostly making friends), love to shop at Sam's, and he still works with my uncle part-time.
I need some prayers and kind comments. Maybe a funny story or two. Because this is one of my very favorite people to have ever walked this earth. And this may literally tear my large, dysfunctional family apart.
|Grandpa with Paisley on Thanksgiving|