merciful

My pop (mom's dad) passed away Saturday night. He was sitting in his "big chair," watching OU play football - one minute he was here, the next he was gone. It's hard for us all, because we knew this was coming, but we didn't know it would happen so suddenly. But we know it's mercy, for him, for us, that he didn't have to spend miserable days or weeks in the hospital, but still...we miss him.

Miss K asked yesterday if we could call him on the phone - don't we all wish we could! We'd love to tell him how much we love him one last time. But it doesn't work that way, so we have to do with remembering, and sharing stories. Please keep our family in your prayers this week, especially my dear Nana...