Thursday evening, while walking home from a local baseball game, my grand children's paternal grandfather died. He is their hero, their buddy. He was only 68 and we thought the healthiest of us all. He climbed trees, fished, walked 8 - 10 miles a day and had the best moments of his life with the precious grandchildren he loved. He is so missed. To see the heartbreak of deep grief in my grandchildren is one of the most difficult moments of my life. We cut flowers Friday morning from my garden and tied them to the fence of the school where he died. Bless you Cliff.

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