last night my sweet grandaddy lost his battle with cancer. he was 91.
the entire family was there to say our goodbyes, tell him we love him, and even sing to him.
he was a wonderfully quiet man who loved his family, his horses and cows, old western movies, and most importantly his God.
i viewed him as a father figure since i didn't have a dad growing up and he was always the strong one, so to see him grow weaker and weaker with cancer was horrible and sad.