So on Wednesday right before 6pm my dad calls to inform me that my grandpa was in the hospital. They thought he had a heart attack. They ran all kinds of tests, but still aren't sure what exactly is wrong. They sent him home, but I worry about him. I don't want him to give up because grandma is gone. On the 16th he will turn 82. What an amazing life he has lived too. When I went to the hospital to see him, he told me that he couldn't believe how many grandchildren and great grandchildren he has. Imagine all that love just because he and grandma loved each other so much!
I know that there is more I want to say, but I'm just too tired to think. Catch up later!
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It's so difficult when your "rocks" die, I mean grandparents and parents! I've learned to live without my father but I have an empty place in my heart for him!
So glad that your little twin got so awful sick!
If you have to get rid of Toby b/c of allergies, I want him!
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