Well ladies, this week has been a sad one for our family. We lost my uncle to cancer and my husband’s grandfather all in a matter of days.

We received the call from the hospital at 2:35am this morning that my husband’s 92 year old grandfather had passed away. I knew that when I left the hospital last night, it was going to be the last time I would ever see him. He was a gentle man with a beautiful soul. And while I just told my husband 15 minutes ago on his way to the funeral home, “This should be about celebrating his life. He had a full life with many joys. He was lucid until yesterday, and he didn’t struggle till the very very end,” I still can’t get the picture out of my head of my father-in-law yesterday stroking his head, telling him that it was okay to go. That he didn’t have to fight anymore. That everything will be okay, and to go in peace.

And although he was 92, he was still someone’s dad, wife, brother, grandfather, great grandfather. And yesterday he was here, though he lay sleeping in a hospital bed, and today he is not.

So yes, when we lose someone at a ripe old age, we celebrate their life and reminisce about all the wonderful memories and funny stories, but we also have the right to be sad. This is every person’s right when they lose a loved one.

So thank you readers for all your emails of concern over the past few weeks with regards to his condition. He is finally at peace.


Ever the eternal optimist, I would like to attach something I found on my computer this morning. I was cleaning out old files and stumbled upon this. It got a chuckle out of me! Obviously it’s very old, but enjoy!