Sad.

Yesterday I received word that my grandfather, lovingly known as "Pappy" for as long as I've been around, will soon be placed on hospice care. He has been battling cancer now for a few years and it seems as though his body is losing the fight. It is difficult for me to process my emotions, especially as it relates to death and losing one of the most important people that has shaped my life. I wonder about his eternity. I am sad that I don't see him more and am not able to give back the care that he provided for me for my entire childhood. I grieve that life as I have always known it in Ohio will never again be the same. For several years, I've thought about how fun it would be to pay homage to my grandfather by writing a children's book as a tribute to the many quarky animals with whom I have been privileged to share my home on Briar Ridge. It already has a name: Down on Pappy's Farm. Today, I began penning my ideas and I pray that as this horrible process of suffering continues for Pappy, that I will be able to at least have a rough draft finished so that he will be able to see it before he passes away. It feels somewhat unreal to even ponder that this man will not be in this world. My heart hurts.

This is where he can be found nowadays...lounging on his recliner chair with his little companion, Skipper.