Goodbye, Grandpa

Not a whole lot to say about things this morning, but after about a year of fighting cancer, my dad finally won the fight this morning about 3:00 AM.  His family had been gathered since earlier in the week and he was in the "height of his glory" (as my mom would say) with all the grandkids being able to share in his last few days.

As in life, he did it his way and in his own time. If the hospice nurses told us to expect something, he would do the exact opposite. That's just the way he was, God bless him.

Cancer sucks. But I'm thankful that his last few months were on his terms for the most part. We've got some pictures and some stories to tell at some point, but not now.  We could sit around and mourn his passing, but he'd scorfully look at us and tell us to move on - that we had lives to live.

I'm sure he's finally fishing this morning - for the first time in many months. I wonder if in heaven you catch a record crappy every time, or if God likes fried fish and gumbo? If so, God's in for a treat today.  :)

Goodbye old man.  We're going to miss you, but we're so thankful that you're not in pain anymore.