Exactly one month ago, one of the greatest men to ever live passed away. My grandpa was the kindest man I have ever known. I am so SO proud to be his grand-daughter.
I'm devastated to say the least. My grandpa and my dad have an annual fishing trip in January or February. The last three years, Levi has been invited, but we could never quite swing it after the holidays. After missing out this year, we made a committment to ourselves to definitely be there and all three of us were going to fly down to Florida to go fishing. It was set in stone.
On October 19th, I was taking a shower and for some reason, was thinking about our upcoming trip. I was thinking about fishing out on the boat, and hanging back sometimes to maybe bake with Grandma in the kitchen while the men were off doing their thing. When I got out of the shower, I checked to see if my phone had rang like I usually do and saw that it did. When I saw that I missed a call from my dad, my heart sank. I knew something was wrong. I had just had a super long talk with him the day before so I knew something was wrong for him to be calling. I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I had 5 years ago when I called my dad on Father's Day and he didn't answer. Turns out he was lying on the side of the road after hitting a deer with his motorcycle. Same feeling.
So I called my dad back and he tried to sound upbeat and asked how I was. I said, "Fine. What's going on?" That's when I found out. My grandpa collasped when he was outside mowing the lawn. At first I thought my dad was going to say "And he's in intensive care right now and they're taking real good care of him." He didn't.
Come to find out my grandpa was mowing the yard. The mail lady delivered their mail and received a hearty wave from my grandpa. She finished delivering the mail down the rest of the cul-de-sac and when she passed by their house again, he was down. That wonderful woman stayed with my grandma at the hospital all evening and even the Post Master General came down. People are really nice back in Kentucky.
I had mailed my grandparents a card the Thursday or Friday before. My grandma eventually told me that was the letter the mail lady had dropped in the box the day it happened. I've been sad that he didn't get to read it or see the picture of Pierce I sent. But I've also felt like I was close to him when it happened, like I was there since my letter was right there.
I'm very grateful that Pierce was able to meet his great-grandpa last year when we drove down to Kentucky from my dad's house. He loved him immediately. I would post the pictures I have, but I don't think the men would want pictures of themselves in gowns on the Internet (My grandpa in his hospital gown from just having surgery and Pierce in an infant sleeping gown=).
Pierce, my cousin Johnnie, and I immediately flew to Kentucky to be with our family. I never thought that exactly a year from the last time were were in Kentucky, we would be back for this. Although it was a sad time, we were happy to see our family again. Pierce was able to meet a few cousins, aunts, and uncles he hadn't met before.

Here is Pierce and his cousin Sean. Sean was being very shy the first night! Pierce kept trying to get him to play, but it wasn't working. He was puzzled!


Pierce loves his cousins Beau and Clayton. These two were pretty much inseperable. Beau loved holding Pierce and wanted to whenever he got the chance.

Pierce finally got to meet his cousin Diane, who is planning one of her own.

Of course, Pierce and his grandpa spent a lot of time together.