My Mom sent me an e-mail this morning.
"He did it!"
My papa passed away last night.
98 years old. 98!!
He was born when cars were just being invented. Can you imagine.
What a life this man lived. He was the best grandfather
(which we called lovingly Papa)
He made the best root beer floats and gave the best underdogs on the swing.
I will see you soon. I can't wait for that reunion.
I am grateful for my knowledge of the true Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Because of that, my tears of sadness wont be long.
I will see you again.
But I will miss you, my cute Papa!