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He Always Took Us To Shoney's

My granddad passed away today at the seasoned age of 84.  A man of strong faith and character, a teacher, and a deacon.  He was awesome!
I am even more grateful to God that my boys got a chance to really experience his wit and fun loving heart.  They were able to be with him at least twice in the last three years.  He lived in Sumter, SC, and God allowed us the opportunities to make the trip to see him.  As he got up in age, he began to forget their names more and more.  He had Alzheimer's Disease, so it took a toll on his memory.  But he could remember the boys and their character.  He could remember what they did when they were younger.  He still seemed pretty sharp to me. 

If I were to ask my boys about a memory they had of him, I am sure that they would mention going to the breakfast buffet at Shoney's.  Every time we entered the city of Sumter, that was our first destination.  We would would get up in the morning and go eat plates of pancakes, bacon, and grits!  Then we would eat more pancakes, bacon, grits, with sausage!  Granddad would sit back in his chair, barely eating, and watch the boys eat and laugh!  He loved them.  They loved him.  He will be missed.  I wrote about him in a previous blog.  I am so grateful to God that my boys knew him.

I haven't told the boys that he has passed on yet.  If you have been in this situation, how did you handle it?  School me---I don't have an offseason for learning.  And keep me, my family, and especially my grandmother in your prayers.  They were married 62 years-incredible!...Peace.

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