After several months of slow decline, my grandfather died earlier today at the age of 86.
A WWII veteran, a farmer, a father, a grandfather -- and the owner of a sly sense of humor, as
this story reveals.
Visiting my grandparents while I was growing up, I noticed that they slept in separate bedrooms. So I guess it's fitting that my grandfather is not being laid to rest next to my grandmother, but instead will be cremated.