“I can’t do it anymore.” Those words were spoken presciently by Jennifer’s grandfather Thursday. Jen’s grandmother thought he was talking about getting up and into his chair, but he meant it in a more general sense. He passed later that afternoon at the age of 91.
It’s hard to imagine at our age being tired of living, but it often happens. Jen’s grandparents lived their whole lives out in California. They moved out here in the last year and a half to live in an assisted living home when they couldn’t take care of themselves anymore. I imagine being away from everything you ever knew would be discouraging, especially if you knew that you would never return.
Tomorrow morning we will meet to celebrate his life and say farewell. I can’t say I really knew him very well, but I will be there.