We lost him today at age 91. He was old and sick, and he is at peace now. At least, that's what we told the children and what my grandma told me today because I am still a child, too, to at least a few more people.
This picture is so great because it's not recent-- look at that computer! And the huge ash tray! But it could have been taken any day because that's what Grandpa Jack did in his den-- he sat at his desk on the radio or the computer. When this image popped up on the scanner, Ben said , "That's how your grandpa looked every time I saw him."
I'll miss him, of course, but I might not know how much until I go into that room and there's no swivel, no eyebrows-raised smile, no body folded into the recliner in front of the TV. Anymore.