Just 2 weeks shy of his 93rd birthday, my dear grandfather Conrad passed away yesterday. I called my grandparents yesterday afternoon for a quick hello before the girls arrived home from school and was surprised to hear my cousin answer the phone instead of my grandmother. Quickly, I learned what had happened just minutes before. I spoke with my grandmother briefly who was accompanied by my cousin and the pastor from her church. She was crying and quite understandably heartbroken over the loss of her husband of 60 years.
My grandfather was many things. He was a proud Norwegian, a World War II veteran, a devoted husband, a loving father, an unbelievably talented musician, a fisherman, a handy man, as sharp as a tack, and the most wonderful grandfather anyone could ever ask for.
I love him and I'll miss him dearly. At this time of loss, it is most comforting to know he loved me (and all of us), and that he knew that I (and all of us) loved him. We ended almost every conversation with the exchange of I love you and it means a great deal to me now that he's gone.
I miss you already Gramps!