Hadley went on her third plane flight a couple of weeks ago when we flew to California for my grandpa's memorial service. Her first flight was about a month and a half earlier, when she went to meet her great grandpa for the first time. As we were leaving his retirement home, I wondered if I'd ever see him again. I didn't think we'd be back just a few weeks later.
My grandpa, at 93, had a great life up until the last couple of weeks. He was still sharp and witty, and befriended almost everyone he met with his probing questions and big smile. He could remember so much from his long life, and when Hadley was born, he told me details about my dad's birth 67 years ago (my grandma was in the hospital for ten days after birth, which was standard!)
When we were walking into the chapel for his memorial, the foyer was lined with photos of him at different stages of life. I overheard two ladies, close to my grandpa's age, talking. One said, "He sure was a handsome young man!" Her friend caught my eye and said with a smirk, "Well, he was a handsome old man, too!" I can hear Grandpa's low, rumbling laugh now.
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| Hadley with her great grandpa in July. |
