Taylor’s grandfather passed away last week. We all knew it was going to happen fairly soon (except his Grandma. She expected him to live forever). He had bladder cancer and had his bladder removed last year, but he never fully recovered. He was in constant pain, but hardly complained. We visited him right before Christmas. He looked thin and frail. We asked him how he was doing. When his reply was “not good,” we knew he was worse than he was acting. He was a hard-working non-complaining man, so if he said he wasn’t well, we knew it was really bad. The last time we saw him was the day after Christmas. We thought about visiting again in the last week (he was only 100 miles away), but we decided that we wanted to remember him as he was, not as dying. Taylor’s mom has been with him and now is staying with Taylor’s grandmother for a little bit. We went up yesterday to visit them. It was difficult for London. When we got to their house, London just cried and cried. I watched as Taylor’s grandma sat and talked with London and comforted London. It was very sweet to witness. This is a woman who is sassy and has no filter. She’s very abrasive. But I got to watch this sweet moment where she sat and comforted her great-granddaughter. I’m glad we decided to make the trip yesterday. That’s something I’ll probably never see again.