This morning, my lovely husband's paternal grandfather passed away. He was 85 years old. He was a kick and always voiced what was on his mind. When we visited him a week ago, I had a very nice long talk with him and telling me a lot of stories of when he was a young Navy soldier. It was very nice. One of my favorite mental pictures of him was when I asked Koo to sing to him and he did-boy the smile that came across Grandpa Bob's face was priceless. I'm glad in all his physical pain, he was able to find the strength to smile. I hope he is smiling again that he's with God.