I got a call from my mom early yesterday morning that my grandfather had died. He and my grandma had been eating breakfast when he evidently had a heart attack. My grandmother got in touch with her sister who lives next door. Then they called the rest of the family. Thankfully, my sister was in town for job training. I drove up yesterday night and plan to stay through the weekend. Wade is coming up tomorrow. The visitation is on Thursday and the funeral is on Friday.
My granddad was a college educated dairy farmer. He and my grandmother continued to live on the farm even after the cows had all been sold. My granddad would have been 90 years old this Friday.