
This morning, my dad was called by the nursing home/hospital that he's not doing good. My mom told me that when Dad got there, my grandpa told him, "Number 7" Dad says, "For what?" My grandpa replied, "To be with God". When my dad, my aunt, my uncle, and my grandma gathered around Grandaddy around 5, he lifted his hand and said, "I'm going to be with my dad" He then said his dad's full name and died.

Not bad life with seeing his great grand-kids and everything. Keep my family in my prayers. RIP Grandaddy. I love you



EDIT: I screwed up what my grandpa said. Sorry about that.