Yesterday morning, the world lost a good man. He was my grandmas husband for the last 16 years and a part of our family. From the moment he entered our family, he loved on all of us. He especially loved the littlest ones, calling them his “crunchies”. He always wanted the baby on his lap to snuggle and needed a hug from every kid at least once.

He was always smiling and had great stories to tell. He was a good man. He lived a good life too. Now that I think about it, I don’t even know much about his life! Isn’t that the way it goes? We don’t ask the questions when we can and then wish we had.

He loved my grandma well, calling her his “Dottie”. I know she’s sad now and missing him. I hope we can comfort her!

Long ago, these two went to high school together, then lost touch. They both got married, had children, and lived full lives. Both were widowed. They reconnected at a high school reunion and before long, were married in a sweet ceremony.

Even at 92, they lived together in their home in the woods outside of Grand Marais, enjoying the wild life and the quiet life. They’ve had care for a while now since they were both suffering memory loss, but they still loved being in their own home and together.

If you think of my Grandma Dot, pray for her as she grieves. I’m so thankful I got to know this good man!