Soon after my Great Grandpa moved in with his daughter (my Gramma) because of his decline from lung cancer, we noticed his health deteriorate even quicker. It was time for a barbecue to spend some last moments with the patriarch of the family. It was bittersweet for all of us since we knew it would most likely be our last time with him, but we also knew how much he was eagerly waiting to be reunited with his dear wife in Heaven as well as meet his Savior whom he had served faithfully.
After Great Papa woke up we all got to spend some special time with him.
Now we couldn’t have a visit to my grandparents house without having the traditional egg hunt. No matter what time of year or what holiday we are celebrating we hide around 12-24 wooden eggs!
We also had some time to spend with my Aunt Becki and my dad’s cousin (Nate) and his wife (Sandra).
Plus we got to chat with my Aunt Kris to wish her happy birthday on Skype!
We love and miss you Great Papa!