My Grandpa (Dad's dad) died this AM.

I'm relieved because he'd been wanting to go for a long time. Alzheimer's had destroyed much of his former self but he still had enough wits to know he wanted to go. He was peaceful and apparently just quit breathing, no fighting, no nothing. I'm thankful for that.

But I still miss him. I told Daniel that I might be sad because his Grandpa's dad had died and is in Heaven with Jesus now. I told him that I might cry because I was sad but I would be okay. (This was in the car on the way home from preschool.) He said, "Mama, I'll pray for you." And he bowed his little head and said:
"Thank you Jesus for today, and Mommy's sad because her Grandpa died and she might cry. Help her and Grandpa (my dad) feel better. Thank you, and he's in Heaven now. Amen."

Ah, the wisdom of little ones.