There has been so many deaths this year. I can't believe it. My great grandfather passed away on Saturday night. He would have been 97 this November. He's the grandfather that I've visited in Southern California a few times this year. Anyways, my heart hurts because I will miss him, but I am also happy for him. He's been telling me for years that he was ready. He basically would tell me that he's lived a wonderful long life and that he's experienced all that he ever dreamed of, so he was ready to go. He didn't like waking up so achy everyday. Up until the last few months, he was still physically active. He never missed a day of working out...even sit ups! He was mentally there 100% up until the very end. He had to quit driving a few months ago and that really bothered him. My grandfather did not believe that there was a God until this past week. He started praying with my grandmother (his daughter) over the past few days and accepted the Lord right before he passed. This bring us great peace. I'll be leaving for Southern California soon, but I don't know when. My grandmother is supposed to call me today and let me know when she needs me to come down.