May 29th, 2003


Wake up to the phone...

...ringing. Mom on the phone telling me that my grandfathers wife is screaming on the phone something had happened to my grandfather. He had been in the hospital for the past week or to and had surgery on his back Saturday morning to help his movement. I went and saw him on Sunday his room had a view of the baseball field of the park next door and I joked with him that he gets to watch the game.

My sister calls me about 20 mins after crying on the phone and tells me my grandfather passed away.

I'm sad, but I'm not completely down about this. I'm sure it will hit me more when I see my dad next (it's my dad's dad). I loved my grandfather. I used to do a lot of stuff when him when I was younger like him my dad and I go fishing and Angels games. I'm happy he was able to see his Angels win it all last year. Something told me after that happened maybe something would happen to him, since he loved the Angels since they started. He lived a long life and got to see a lot in his life. He was a medic during World War II but never left the states. He's got about 7 or 8 sons and daughters and probably another 16-20 grandchildren, and then about 3 or 4 great grandchildern.

I love you grandpa Jack.
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