Loss.

Last Thursday my last living grandparent (my mom's dad) passed away. He was 86 and has been very sick with Parkinson's Disease (especially the last few months). The funeral was nice--it was a quick trip to Colorado to visit with family and remember my grandpa. I like to remember last summer when we threw a surprise 85th birthday party for grandpa. My sisters and I drove out together (with a new baby in tow) and spent a few days with him. Grandpa really lit up with Presley around--this and one other time at Christmas were the only times they would ever get to meet.

At the funeral I didn't get up to say anything but I kept remembering a photo from our family album when we were kids. Grandpa is in the middle with all of us kids gathered around proudly showing off the hairstyle we had given his comb-over (braided, bows, and standing straight up).