I woke up yesterday, stitched a little, finished up some chores around the house, had some thoughts about what to make the DH and I for dinner, and then I got some really awful news. My grandfather passed away a couple of nights ago.
This is Ernest Carlton Mizelle, my mother’s father. He’d been suffering for more than a couple of years from COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease). It’s an incurable degenerative lung disease, and so it had been getting worse and worse and worse. Luckily I’d gotten a chance to see him over the summer – remember how I almost didn’t go?
|That's me on the left, and my sister on the right|
My Grandaddy was a big hulking Southern man. He liked pickled watermelon rinds and fresh peanuts. His favorite milkshake was peach, and his favorite cartoon was Scooby-Doo. He drove an eighteen-wheeler delivery truck all across the country until he retired, and his favorite city was Las Vegas.
I’m going to miss him so much.