Sarah's grandfather passed away yesterday.
One of the things I'll remember about him is his selflessness. He was always concerned with how everyone else was doing, to a fault. Now I know where Sarah gets it.
One of the last times I saw him, he was in Grace Hospital after having his second stroke. There he was, attached to all these machines, and the first thing he asked me was "how's the job?"
I know Sarah wishes I knew him before his first stroke, and yes, it would've been cool to have met that version of the man that got all of his grandkids to roll him smokes (really!), but I'm thankful for the years I did know him. I'm gonna miss him.