It has been a long week for our family. On Monday, my grandfather fell at his home in Kansas, and needed to have his femur glued and pinned - he was sent to the hospital where they did just that. What we didn't realize at the time, was that he hit his head on the way down. Thanksgiving evening, we received the phone call: "it's a brain bleed, he only has a few hours." We cried, we prayed, we spoke to him on the phone (my uncle held the phone up to his ear), and said our goodbyes.
I am getting through the grieving process knowing that he is no longer hurting, and must be so happy to see all those that left before him, as they walk through endless fields of perfect wheat.