Tuesday morning, only a number of hours before Grandpa died, Grandpa and Grandma we lying in bed talking. Grandma jokes that she will probably be the one to go first and Grandpa jokes back that he has already given her a few trial runs (he has already had a few heart attack scares that he lived through and now uses as witty stories to tell at dinner parties). Grandma replies with "yeah, but you never follow through."
I guess its one of those hilarious but completely tragic situations. I can picture that conversation perfectly. Their sarcastic banter that i know so well. It seems oddly fitting that that would be their conversation the morning of his death.
miss you Grandpa.
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