My grandpa

I love my grandpa. He turned 96 last month. I visited with him today because his wife, my stepgrandmother, died last week and the funeral was today. This photo is at lunch afterward.

It was really sad. I didn't know Mary too well except that she loved frogs and going for long walks. She didn't come with him when he visited us -- those were mostly fishing trips, and she wasn't into fishing. They were married for 49 years. She was 86 and had Alzheimer's. Her last three years were spent in a nursing home. Grandpa said he was the only person she recognized. Seeing my grandpa so sad breaks my heart.

My brother, cousin John and uncle were there. It was good seeing them, though I wish the circumstances could have been better.