Farewell to JTW

Last weekend was crazy for us. Steve had the girls alone Thursday through Sunday, and I was in Seattle to attend my grandfather's funeral. My grandfather, JTW, lived 96 amazing years. Although he was frustrated at the end by his limited independence, I think that we should all be as lucky to live so long and to be so mentally engaged and clear that late in life.

I know that I knew Grandpa in a limited capacity. I didn't know him as a young professional as many of his former patients shared at his rosary. I didn't know him as a father or uncle as many of my family members who attended the funeral did.

I knew my grandpa as an active retiree who loved his family, playing and watching tennis, and political banter. I remember him visiting the nuns in the local parish and attending church each weekend while Grandma sang in the choir. I remember him as a man who loved to chat with anyone that he came across and who always had a sense of humor no matter the situation. And finally, I remember him, along with Grandma, as being a person who made it financially possible for me to do things that expanded my horizons, including (but not limited to) attending college after high school.

Grandpa took care of everyone around him, and while he was unafraid to share his opinions, no one can deny that the man always had everyone's best interests in mind. He will be missed by many, but I think he is in a better place.

As was written in his obituary and spoken at his funeral, "Well done, good and faithful servant." Well done, indeed. I will miss you, G'pa.

Enjoying a drink on his 95th birthday