Val's grandfather passed away this afternoon. While we were driving back from Mom-Mom's funeral.
He was rushed to the hospital Tuesday afternoon, and we received the call as we were getting dressed for the visitation. We weren't sure what happened, but he's been very sick and weak for a while now, though with dialysis we thought he was getting better. His heart just gave out, and the doctors said that reviving him anymore wouldn't help, and it was time to say goodbye.
I feel bad that Val didn't get to say goodbye before, especially since I missed my chance to drive up last weekend and see Mom-Mom before she passed on Monday. But if anything else makes me thankful that He put us together to be married last year, it's that Val and I have each other during this tragic week.
I should also mention the least of our worries, but something that compounds just how you have to stay positive and keep the faith, I got a speeding ticket on the way to Chapel Hill yesterday. 70 in a 55. Never saw the state trooper until he was on my tail with lights flashing. Whatever. Take the $150. I have other things to think about this week.
Valerie's grandfather is her Dad's Dad, William B. Howell, Jr. We did have one thing I enjoy noting in common. He was baptized at Merton Avenue Baptist Church in midtown Memphis, where I joined decades later and was similarly baptized, no doubt in the same baptismal.
In the picture below, he is with Mamaw Margie and most of their nine grandchildren (three great-grandchildren) from four kids last July at the annual Chickasaw State Park vacation, which this year is only ten days away, another example of how God would rather you not make plans for Him.
Mom-Mom's funeral went as well as could be expected. Under the circumstances. We said that a lot the last two days. Such as, it was so good to see all of the family again. Under the circumstances. But really, it was great to see everyone, some of whom it's been a few years due to distance. All fourteen grandkids together is rare nowadays, alas. And unfortunately I couldn't get a picture of all of us at once since Val and I had to leave right after the funeral to get back to Memphis. Again, plans and all that. We had a lot of laughs, shared a lot of stories, and I know Mom-Mom would have really enjoyed seeing us all gathered in dedication to her.