June 1, 2004. Today a candle burned out, tonight the music fades.
My grandfather passed this afternoon. He was 87 years old, frail, and weak. He’s been a soldier for the past few years, battling the years as they fought him with heart attacks and strokes and many other ailments. His grip was iron though, and he held on strong. He’s been burdened by death for much longer than he suffered it. And tonight he’ll finally sleep in peace after so many years.
His spirit, trapped in this old body, was probably long ready to move on, but he held on for hope everlong.