My Grandfather died yesterday after falling into a coma the night before. We have been losing pieces of him ever since his diagnosis of dementia about two years ago and his mind and body have been on a steady decline ever since. I still remember him as the goofy man that let us grandkids jump all over him and who always had a spare loaf of wonderbread ready for feeding seagulls. I used to love how he smelled of brill cream and soap and how he would make silly noises when we gave him hugs. He was a great story teller and I treasure the memory of our long early morning hikes on the beach during which he described his life growing up on a farm and his adventures hitchhiking through the national parks as a young man. He was a good Quaker man, a lifelong pacifist, lover of nature and history. He was one of the most honorable men I will ever know.
He will be sorely missed by everyone that knew him; he was the greatest Pop-pop I could have ever asked for.
