Just a few days shy of my 42nd birthday I lost my beloved Papaw Jodi.
He was 88 years old.
Yes, I know - that is a wonderfully long life.
But... I will miss him terribly.
I have been so blessed to have had all FOUR of my grandparents for this long.
Each of them so very instrumental in my life as well as my son's life.
He has been loved tremendously by his great-grandparents - what a gift to have known and loved them like he has.
Alzheimer's overcame my Papaw's mind and after nearly a month of no sleep - his body just gave out.
He was a fighter and he never lost his spirit.
I'm certain that many of you have been affected by this terrible disease and I understand the heartache, the emotional, financial and physical toll it takes. I totally admire my grandmother and my parents for the unending love and support they showered my grandfather with.
I just ask that we all continue to remember and pray for those who are suffering from this heart-wrenching, debilitating disease as well as their amazing caregivers.
Oh, what incredible strength they must have to endure this journey.
I love you Papaw - and I'm so thankful for the 42 years I got to love you back.
May your precious mind and body rest peacefully in the presence of God.