Well, my grandfather passed away yesterday morning. Although I'd only met him once when I was very young, I remember him being a good man. He would sit on our couch and bounce my little brother on his leg. I'd whine and beg for him to do it to me, and even though I was much bigger than my two year old brother, he'd do it anyway.

My mother loved him with all her being. She hadn't seen him in 11 years, and before that one week it had been 7.

He passed in his sleep, in his home, in his bed. My aunts say that when they found him, he had this look of tranquility on his face, that a slight smile had even formed on his face.

I trust that he is at peace now and that he no longer has to suffer.