my grandfather died last night.
he had been in hospice for about a year. he was a survivor of the bataan death march in world war II and spent 3 and a half years in a japanese pow camp where he suffered, and survived a fate worse than hell.
he came back to create a family and carry on the strength and courage that lived in him.
now, go and tell your mom or dad or whoever that you love them for me. it would make me feel a lot better.
