I'm Gonna Miss You, Gramps.
I missed the call last night. I had just went to sleep when my brother tried to call me.
I called him back this morning.
My grandfather passed away last night.
He lived a long life. 96 years to be exact.
The last few years probably weren't the best, but he was strong, healthy and vibrant until then.
I'm traveling to Tennessee Sunday morning, where he was living with my brother, then Cleveland Tuesday and Wednesday. That's where he'll be buried.
I'm glad I got to spend a lot of time with him over the years. The stories he told me will never be forgotten.