I heard this morning that my grandfather died in his sleep last night. He had certainly lived a long life and had had the opportunity to travel across the country with my grandmother in their RV, for the past 15 years or so. Their pet projects involved Habitat for Humanity-type volunteering on various buildings, and they traveled from place to place looking to help where they were needed. Also about 15 years ago, my grandfather began experiencing heart problems and had a pacemaker installed. While he never tried to let it slow him down, eventually the years caught up with him and the last few weeks he’s had several serious bouts of pneumonia.
Its hard to describe how I feel, as this is the first time I’ve ever lost a close family member. I suppose “mortal” would sum it up well. Anyway, sometimes life surprises you. I was standing on the deck behind my house which looks over some woods when i saw a mother and baby deer tentatively step out and begin eating the grass. I must have watched them for 10 minutes before they finally realized someone else was there and bounded back into the woods. Obviously I’m not a superstitious person, but that felt like a gift in some weird way. I walked back inside a bit happier and more optimistic than when i walked out, knowing that that young life is out there behind my house, growing up.