Three times in the past few months (twice in the past week) Sara has gotten the gut wrenching call that her grandpa was very sick and she should come home to see him.
Three times he survived.
To those closest to him, the past weeks and months exemplified who he was...a survivor...a fighter...a family man. He was someone who was just never ready to leave his wife, or his kids, or his grandkids and great grandkids.
It's no wonder the hospital employees that worked so diligently to help him defy the odds time and again nicknamed him the "Miracle Man" years ago.
After countless battles with his health, it is with a very heavy heart that I type that this afternoon Grandpa Bob succumbed to the issues that have plagued him for well over a decade.
I didn't know Grandpa Bob in him prime, but I didn't need to know him back then to understand how much he adored his family. No matter how poorly he may have been feeling that day, when we visited he was always manning his spot on the couch with a smile on his face and pride in his eyes as he watched his great grand kids play around him.
Grandpa Bob was a fantastic guy and I am thrilled to have gotten to know him over the years and we will cherish the pictures that we have of our kids spending time with him.
Grandpa Bob will be dearly missed.