Grandpa Gary...

My grandpa is dying. It's funny, I feel like I'm really close and not so close to him all at the same time. We've never lived in close proximity to Grandma and Grandpa, but we've always managed to see them on a fairly regular basis. And in our times spent, Grandpa doesn't mess around. You know where you stand with him at all times. And this is one of the things I respect and love the most about him: his sometimes brutal honesty. My grandpa is a true and sincere man, one of integrity and responsibility, he's a bit old-school in his roles in the family, but this also means we've always been well-cared for and given every opportunity.

He's not a terribly emotional or sensitive guy, but in the last few months, he's softened greatly. I've seen him love my grandma like never before. I've seen him love my son. I've seen him love and appreciate my mom and my aunt. And now I realize, I do know him. I know what he stands for, what is most important to him, what he loves. Really, what else defines a person than what they believe in and who they love?

I am worried about my grandma, so if you are one that prays, please pray for her. She was actually in the hospital as of this morning with a twisted small intestine, and I know that just the stress of being away will not help. I think we'll be working on Grandpa's blog if you'd like more updates: cancerassassin.blogspot.com

Big love and hugs, Grandma and Grandpa.

Makes me smile...

What is it about naked baby pictures that we love so much?